Marjorie presses pause.
Today, dear reader, I write in verse
As I feel the notion of rest to be a curse.
Unless I sit quietly
And meditate non-stop,
My brain, dear reader,
Might simply just pop!
The Week That Was
Saw nothing resolved.
But isn’t that why we’re here?
To evolve?
For an “innocent” drink
While expressing her distain
For what I think.
And the source for his wealth.
As if he could keep
That truth to himself.
Perceived “wicked’ ways
And vowed retribution
For bringing dishonorable gaze
To the shores of the Chickotee,
Kind and gentle.
How dare she open us
To something so … mental?
As she is most days.
And John quit his job,
Leaving Bernie in a haze.
We face the new week,
With NEW faces in town.
Who knew Madam had a daughter?
Who knew she’d married “the crown”?
Gordon’s Tracy comes for Carson?
Get out of town!
Cassie & John
Get to breathe.
Ever-scheming Susan
Gets the heaves.
It’s she who comes across
The Great Next Clue –
Not Sheriff Paul or John,
Not me, not YOU!
Join us again
In less than a day.
We’ll bring the drama.
Y’all go on and pray!
BE WELL, MIDDLE VALLEY!
Yours, Miss Comportment
Gunnar Olafsson