Stay home and sneeze!

Guess I never posted my work poem. Wow, two in one day!


Stay Home and Sneeze

If you’re stuffy and sick
With a terrible disease
I am here to help
Stay home and sneeze.

If you need a day off
Just give me a call
Grab your keys and a friend
And go shop at the mall.

If your car won’t start
Or you run out of gas
I can work for you
This too shall pass.

If your friends call and say
“It’s a beautiful day”
I can come in to work
You go out and play.

So I wrote this little poem-
A goofy way to say
I will work for you
If the managers say “OK”

Silver Quarter

Have you found a silver quarter

among the quarters in your stash?

When you grab it very quickly

and just think it's small change cash.

Did you dump it on the table

hear a clink among the clank?

I found two within a week

I have only God to thank.

Now it's nothing very special.

It's just a little treat.

but It's like a little treasure

that you find beneath your feet.

Now James my friend, he looked it up

and found they're somewhat rare

especially when their is a "D"

I can't see it, but it's there.

So now I'm a collector,

 of the clink among the clank.

I will have a special jar

that will be my clinky bank.

Ink, Paint, and Cloth

An art show by

Jill Skeie

I will be having an art show displaying my watercolor and acrylic paintings, my hooked rugs,

and some of my poems thrown in just for fun.

Would love to have you come!

South Perry Pizza

 1101 south Perry

 Artist reception Thursday, from 5-8

The show will be there until July 20th,

Good morning. I just realized there are no rugs on my blog. Now what is a blog without rugs I ask? Nothing but cold feet.  So here are a couple hooked rugs that I had a great time making.

When I Grow up

I have been graciously invited to a dinner put on by the Big Table people tomorrow night. While I was sitting on the little deck this morning having my coffee, out popped a poem for them.  here goes...

When I grow up
I will be a guest,
fun shoes and a hat,
creatively dressed.

I won't wear an apron,
or non-skid black shoes,
but will pick a silk dress,
in my fa-vo-rite blues.

Won't carry four dinners,
up over my head,
feel that everyday ache,
when I hit the bed.

I'll walk in and say
"Yes, a table for four,
over there by the window,
not near the front door"

"May I have a lemon
for my water please?
And an appie of rosemary
crackers with cheese?"

"Oh yes, take my plate
and refill my glass."
Oh here she comes now,
with my lemon sea bass.

And when it's all done,
and the evening is through,
I'll tell you what this
gray old lady will do.

They'll wheel me and lift me,
back onto the bus,
to the brick nursing home.
I won't make a fuss.

To my spot in the hall
with a smile on my face,
I'll be so very glad,
to be done with this race.

So that's how I see it,
some day when I'm old.
But that's not today,
I have napkins to fold.