Diary Entries

I comfort-ate my way all day To try to drive the blues away. Too many sweets my lips did pass, Six o'clock Monday: Weight Watchers' class. Exquisite garden full of flowers, I sit and doze away the hours Enchanted by those bird refrains, Midday Today: Man clearing the drains. I hold your image in my mind, A deeper love I'll never find. Aspects of your lovely face, Thursday: Must buy trout and plaice. A story I read made me feel good, Things turned out just as they should The sort of plot where all things click, It's Friday and the cat's been sick.