Time to Rhyme

I know I don’t, so I guess I won’t.

It’s not being old that gave me this cold,

and you shouldn’t scoff when I have to cough.

Now I’ve lost my voice, which wasn’t my choice.

If I try to talk, all I get is a squawk.

But it’s more like a squeak, and I sound like a freak!

The meatloaf for dinner won’t make me thinner,

and I shouldn’t have swallowed the turkey that followed.

It’s not too late to compensate.

I could go to the gym and try to get slim.

There’s daylight left for weights to heft.

I could take a bike ride, but I’ll let that one slide.

I think that instead I will lie on my bed,

or else tv I’ll watch while drinking some Scotch.

It puts a nice coat on the back of my throat.

I’ll let this food settle, then I’ll put on the kettle,

and boil some water for Mom’s middle daughter.

It would be common for her to have Ramen,

and poach a few eggs while stretching her legs.

She’ll be home soon, humming a tune,

but she’ll likely be tired – Hey that reminds me — I could get fired!

Yes it’s true, I should probably sue.

I have until tomorrow, and it fills me with sorrow,

to pay union dues, or this peon they’ll lose.

Should I sign that dotted line

for payroll deduction and paycheck reduction?

Why’s it so hard, to send in that card?

I could abstain, perhaps to my gain,

but I don’t really know, if I’m ready to go.

Really I’m not, I’ve given it thought.

There’s more to be learned before the bridges are burned.

What would they do if they didn’t have Sue?

Who am I kidding, they’ve done their last bidding.

I’m but a drop in the bucket, so I should say F*%$ it!

Who said that? I smell a rat!

Sue would never talk like that!