The Botox Frankenstein Poetry Series>Menage A Flintstone

Well, here we are, the first Friday of the month and what a busy week it ended up being for me. I sure hope everyone of you kiddies out tand about in Blogston also had a good week,this being the solid capper for another busy weekend! Well, I think this little poem will suffice for today. And remember my dear readers, always, always, enjoy!!!

Menage A Flintstone

I don’t often escape my own sunsets

The awful tragedy

Of jumping from hole to hole

Maybe I’m a cliché and I don’t even know it

Left behind in room 211

In the no-brainer motel