After the coffee, after the red wine
I had two lines in my mind, but my iPad
Went wonky, and so did my mind, egad!
He slipped from the sofa, slipped then once more,
Hit with a thud on the hard wooden floor.
I hurried to see what damage was done;
Found him well stuck behind door number one!
My wife prefers beauty to orderly verse;
Thus, I have my coffin; she has her purse.
Subject is gone for the next forty lines;
Life is good for untangling dense vines.
How far is Alpha Centauri today?
Almost as far as it was yesterday!
Outside my front window, just to the right,
Grows a magnolia, magnificent, white.
So why am I grousing, beating my head?
Clearly because I would much prefer red!
The almost perfect white flower is on the upper right side of the tree; unfortunately, the sun tends to wash it out and I can’t fix it. Serves me right, I guess.