A Poem a Day Rip-Offs

Reluctant bridge crawls across from December into January failing to tip me off as the tips of my fingers reach     out    and   hold                 on s t r e t c h e d whole wholly reluctant full of holes and   unretractable. Not for the first time, I have the feeling of being holy - goddessed into 2019. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2019 Inspired by the poem 'January' , by Helen Hunt Jackson.

Image courtesy of Pixabay.com How can I shout my thoughts to the world, when trapped in my passage is something unfurled? Christmas is over - that much is true, so why can't I shift, then, my arse off the loo? Year's not done - I must see the end - so where is the bog roll that should be my friend? With laughter, I rise - pants at my knees, but a blast of cold air, alas, makes me sneeze. How can I hobble - hunt down a roll - my knees stuck together by poo with no soul?  The New Year is here - that much is true, JUST CHUCK US SOME BOG ROLL, IF STUCK IN THE QUEUE! Copyright owned by Jay Cool , December 2018 Inspired by Ella Wheeler Wilcox's poem,  'The Year' .