A Hard Rein

Cup Runeth Over

A Hard Rein

Writing a poem is preferable to making a bed, dusting getting ready for inspection

Anticipating the guests – their needs and those of the manor lord

It’s a hard rein as queen of everything, counting, tallying, figuring,

Watching the sun to shade, the flies and bees, indoor birds looking for adventure out a door left open

It’s cold - too hot another blanket – lights, windows, action

Stale bowels that won’t move – a remedy so simple

Take with a glass of water – take up a glass with water

No, not the convenient blue cup just there

His lord’s teeth had the last laugh as you drank away the foam.

The queen slept well – the jester paid

While the grass seed sprouted that cool April night