Lousy Waiter

I am not a waiter

It’s not my kind of thing

Sit around and wait for warmth?
No, I want my Spring

When it’s planned to go someplace
The walls I’ll surely climb

For Heaven’s sake, be ready to

Be in the car on time

And when I want to post my blog
To keep with my commitment
The site won’t work, my hands are tied
Sheesh, I’m trying to be consistent


Ken Goree

I’m writing this poem as I wait (grrr) for the blogging site to be back up and running.  Wednesday’s poem was deleted through their maintenance process, but they say it will be loaded back in.  Thursday’s poem is sitting on my computer, wishing it had been posted yesterday, and This poem is hoping to go online today.