Hours, stuffed with minutes,
Are plumb with to-do lists.
Minutes feel engorged,
Seconds backing up like yesterday’s onions.
Seconds have no space left,
Gobbling run amok.
I am suffering the gluttony the muse enjoys.
She needs to stop her wretched excess.
"But I like G-Man’s buffet.
It’s only 55 morsels more. How could it hurt?"
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As is obvious, this is my offering for G-Man's Friday Flash 55.
It couldn't hurt at all :-)
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed your feast.
Prilosec is my middle name BABY!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you decided to take a bite of the 55 apple.
I just can't imagine you with heartburn Patti.
But thanks for this acidic story, You Rock the Old Country Buffet Baby!!!
have a Kick Ass and Belch Free Week-End!
But they're DIET words, PK... no calories! (LOL!)
ReplyDeleteHave a great weekend!
If you sample the buffet and no one is looking... doesn't that cancel out the calories? :) Happy Friday, Patti.
ReplyDeletehehehe..only 55ve morsels more. That could give an army , indigestion!
ReplyDeleteThis is such a wonderful analogy, the 55 buffet certainly is irresistible :)
ReplyDeleteTums always helps when i am feeling bloated, but the chalky taste kinda stinks...
ReplyDeleteI really like the way you equated business with gluttony. I must stop sinning. ;)
ReplyDeleteYou have certainly provided us with a 55 Feast! No indigestion from your offer, either.
ReplyDeleteMy goodness,
ReplyDeletewhat a divine piece.
i missed it.
Glad to come cross it!