Failure

Failure By Jan Beaumont My face is red, my brow is wet, My temper's really frayed I just can't do it, it's too tough My failure's well displayed. Though many can, it's just not me, I'm useless through and through They've tried to show me but it's just A thing that I can't do. I've tried my best, but I give up I need a whisky - neat, Don't judge me harshly, life's too short To fold a fitted sheet!

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Anil Deo

Date: 5/27/2020 11:54:00 PM

Jan, the lilting rhythm was a giveaway: surprise at the end! Not overwhelmed by regret & self doubt, but eminently sensible. To heaven with it; let the angels fold fitted sheets. amen Sis

Jan Beaumont
Date: 5/28/2020 12:07:00 AM

Thanks Anil! I say roll it up, throw it in a cupboard and pour yourself a stiff drink!