Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra A Winter (Richter)

(Tired Humor for Tired People Everywhere)

“The One Hundred Mile Motor Mouth”

When the mouth and mind ramble on,

Must be a salesperson who can easily con.

From dust mops to brooms and stinky perfumes,

To vacuum cleaners who really zoom.

Our minds suck up info wherever we are,

Just like vacuum cleaners’ suck dirt like a star.

When the canister’s full and needs emptying out,

Our mouths do the same, and there’s no doubt.

Tonight my mind is filled to the brim

With words that are waiting to go for a swim.

With ideas of needing to rake,

That reminds me I still need to bake a cake.

It’s been one heck of a day.

I think I need to find the needle in the hay.

That’s right — I have no hay, it’s all next door.

I think I’ll just slow down and sweep the floor.

Now how do I stop my mind from this speed?

Too many grapes more than I need.

Oh mind and mouth, please go to bed.

My mind is so tired and nearly dead.

I’m snoring away like I’m sawing wood.

Please find my off-switch if you could.

I’d love you to the moon and back

For peaceful sleep in the sack.

Come help me end this poem–

I’m on speed and a coffee loan.

The pot is empty, I can say…

Good night folks, I’m done for today!