'Twas the lull after Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a spouse.
Leftovers are placed
On the fridge shelves with care
With instructions that
"You all can just graze from there."
"Please do not disturb me
Unless there is blood.
'Tis my time for reading
'Bout a fictional stud."
"Just leave me alone
With my books for a while
I'm a much nicer person
With the TBR pile."
Read the rest of the post that goes with this poem here, at The Season for Romance.
And if you go there, scroll down to the post below mine— they're giving away a kindle.
(That's not my TBR pile, by the way — I borrowed it from www.morbid-romantic.net)
And if you go there, scroll down to the post below mine— they're giving away a kindle.
(That's not my TBR pile, by the way — I borrowed it from www.morbid-romantic.net)
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HJ
ReplyDeleteI'm enjoying your blog tour. Thank you for posting here to make it easier to follow it!
And boy did I need this lull! ;o)
ReplyDeleteI love the poem! One of the things I always told my girls when I put them to bed at 7:30 at night: don't bother me unless something's on fire, you're bleeding or dead. So that was funny for me.
Happy Christmastide, Anne! Can't wait for the new book.