Putting all her chips on lucky thirteen.
Roulette rewarded the three to five people who carried luck in their back pocket.
It made one wonder if they were a part of that club.
Maybe it was too much to count on since her skirt didn’t even have a front pocket, much less two.
Eventually, the ball landed on eleven, ending her night. Time to hit the buffet and eat some of that beef.
Putting together a list of steps
Looking for any fallacies and fixing them
After all of that was complete, he put his scheme into motion
Nothing went right after that. So much for a good…
Putting her unadorned baggy white dress on
Leaving so much to the imagination that it hurt to even try to fantasize anything about her
And piling her hair up under her uninspiring hat
It gave the world the perfect vanilla picture she craved them to know
Nobody would expect the wildness contained therein until it was too late
So what if he was hungry?
No one cared, no matter how much he bitched and moaned
And yet he expected her to do something about it
Couldn’t he tell she was hungry as well, and when she was hungry she became a monster.
Kettle was soon bubbling, releasing yummy smells into the air. She was gonna eat well tonight, she was!
Didn’t have any time to recharge, so down went another bottle of caffeine and sugar
Really, sleep was in order, demanded even, but she ignored it
As she had too much to do and way too little time to get it all done
It would have made her cry, except after fifteen years of doing this, this was normal
Now if she had only believed her mother before she had become a mother herself…
Reaching into the sack, he handed his daughter a small potato
And her look of disappointment hurt his heart so much
That was the best he could do, at least she would have something in her tummy tonight
If he could do more, he would
Only if he gave her more now, she would go without later that week
Now to bully his hunger into being quiet until he got her to bed
Determined to go to bed sooner
Enabling a more refreshing start to the week
Fumbling through the stuff that had to be done
Everything taking so much more time to do
And some of it didn’t work out at all
Then the clock read 2 a.m. and he had to admit…
Given how much he was startled
A sharp intake of breath was to be expected
So imagine their astonishment when that intake kept going and going…
Perhaps you shouldn’t surprise Kirby.
Being sick is no fun
Looking at your to-do list
And not having the energy needed to check anything off
How much longer till bed?
“How much do I hate you? Let me count the ways.”
“As if you can complain. I’m the best thing for you.”
“Really? That’s about as offkey of a response as I can imagine.”
“Perhaps, but I am secure in my knowledge that I know how to pull your strings.”
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