Not Much Nutrition in Poetry Jerky–A Poem

Listen.  I know this is up late and it might not even be Thursday for some of you anymore.  😦  (Sorry about that.)

My excuse?  I was watching old western movies and eating McDonald’s with my grandparents.  I think anyone would miss the mark by an hour or so for that.  (Also my laptop was dead when I got home.)

ANYWAYS.  Here’s the poem I whipped up today.  ❤

Jars on Fire

My coworker keeps saying “Manila” and it’s starting to sound like a fake word. Actually … I’m not sure if it is or not anymore.

That has nothing to do with this poem or post though, Just felt like sharing.