I wanted to write a poem

maybe a story

or a joke

I wanted to say something devilishly clever.

 

Tonight my words went on vacation.

They are taking the night off, I’m not sure but  I think they’re drinkers.

Twenty Six little letters out there somewhere

raising Hell.

If you see them, don’t trust them.

God knows what they’ll say in their condition.

 

Lit or not

I really want them back.

So.

I think I’ll pour a glass or two

set out some cheese and fruit.

Maybe that will bring them back

Clink, clink, clink.

 

Hear that?

Tempted yet?

Of course you are.

Of course.

See you soon.

My unreliable and entertaining friends.

 

Daily Post: Tempted