Sitting on Frozen Peas

Greeting Hairballers,

Daylight Savings Time has me up and rattling about.  Even though I forgot to change the clock, the cat came in to do spin the lampshade over my head at 8 or 9 am, depending on what time zone he was in--so up I got.

We all have our dents and dings, mine is a pinched nerve.  How?  Living life I suspect.  Surely not from all the years of wearing high heels, as I know at least 12 men with the same problem--unless they were dressing differently when I wasn’t around.

Here, my feelings and solution.

Sitting on Frozen Peas©

         FMHorner    

lodged above my left butt cheek

the pinched nerve, Aggravaine,

waits with the patience of Fafner  

for the awkward push of a vacuum,

the schlepping of groceries up the steps,

the hauling of cat

when she stirs, it’s feet up the wall

then sit on a pack of frozen peas

while sipping an Irish whiskey on ice

till Aggravaine sleeps again

If hairballs would fix it, I’d hack up a bucket full,

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