Today I am mostly.....

....being cheery and overlooking my lapses into either:
a)misery
b)insanity
c)drunken misbehaviours

So we are going to have a poem today.....WARNING...it is not cheery.......but it's positive

We're becoming old enough
to want to change our lifestyles;
we're looking for substitutes
for sex & drugs and rock & roll.

But our dog......died
out cat.....collapsed
budgies...wouldn't.....budge.

Our rose....sank
our ferns fizzled
cactus carked it.

Yet seated around roast dinners
our parents still talk about
the possibility of grandchildren.

Our minds....boggle
our bodies....fidget
our voices....falter

We're still immature
& we'd like to be
for a few years yet

The world's not ready for our baby;
we're not ready for the world.
We're still trying to learn

how to make love properly
still trying to come to terms
with pets & death & indoor plants.

If Myron Lysenko hasn't consoled you, then go and bask in Jason's euphoria!