Mar 28, 2007

Because Bossy Has Nothing Better To Do Than Set Her Shutters To Verse.

Bossy had some free time — two hours or more
So she went to her church: A nearby paint store
And returned home to tackle her hideous shutters
When she saw the new color her heart went a-flutter.
(Bossy couldn’t find a rhyme for Cardiac Arrest)

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She began with the shutter opposite her front door
The ladder kept sinking in mudwhat a chore
But she got the first painted by hook or by crook
Then she climbed off her ladder and stood for a look.

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“It’s not orange,” Bossy lied. “It is more like a clay.
Or a brick or perhaps terra-cotta, I’d say.”

And with this rationale, the orange she embraced
Although she couldn’t quite shake this look from her face:

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She stretched and she reached and she smoothed and she jabbed
Stroke by stroke Bossy morphed those shutters from drab,

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Something flew in her eye and she twisted her knee
But with both shutters done, Bossy stood back to see.

boredom

She completed her task across the whole front
Neighbors set up lawn chairs to watch Bossy’s new stunt
For the window box she mixed a shade slightly diminished
Then she dove for the gin just as soon as she’d finished.

done

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