8 O’clock Gourmet Club
I wish my worries would abate,
but instead they percolate.
How can I find an opiate
to calm the fears I can’t placate?
The horror of the scene’s innate,
for I cannot eradicate
the fact my cooking’s second rate.
My conscience bears a dreadful weight,
for I know that it will be my fate
to confess those weaknesses I hate.
The truth is that it‘s nearly eight,
my company at the garden gate
with appetites for me to sate,
and oh, my dears, the caterer’s late!!!!
The prompt word today was “percolate.”
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Coffee is for the morning. For everything else, there’s ordering out 🙂
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Giggles.
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I aim to amuse, April!
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It’s funny and it sure does rhyme well. I am going to read to some people in a home for dementia patients andI would love to read this to them. Percolate. Thanks.
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Let me know how it goes, Tzadi.
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Lol, I love it!
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