by J. Randal Matheny © 2014

I’ve showered and shaved and sprayed cologne,
Am ready to go out on my own,
I drank my tea and ate my bread,
And butter to taste with knife I spread,
In fine array I’m dressed and shoed,
With even a cap on the noggin glued,
I’ve found my specs, to leave I’m free —
If only I could find the front door key.

What do you think?

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