Having missed my usual morning schedule and still writing one which may become longer than anticipated. I started to jot down some ideas for future pieces I may do.
Writing jokes to Sigmund Freud
use red wine here for your libations,
I can’t drink that anyway
Thirteen empty bottles of beer on the wall,
did you wonder on humpty’s fall
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I did your mother,
so did you!!
in hues of blue
the wine and for sock repairs
The art of cockroach taming
Why brass turtles
never get to the finish line
Just how many holes does a teabag have
POcket flint and the cigarette filter
The singularity of entombment
in the pathos disco
Of course I may not decide on any of them, only time will tell