Stan Laurel Syndrome.
At the Blood Clinic I got a call
from my daughter
to give mum a birthday wish
and to please clear up the nice mess
I’d got her into,
I am always putting my foot in things.
It’s a gift.
Life.
One pothole after another.
*pic courtesy of pinterest
John Malone 
Hey, John! No worries! I create some too (I’m in great company)…and the picture is a perfect accompaniment! I do hope the bloodwork is good. Sending prayers and thoughts every day!
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thanks so much,Karla; I’m glad you’re one of my tribe; good timing — going in today for my last chemo treatment ; thereafter I’m monitored regularly
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You have this my friend! I’m praying, cheering, hugging, high-fiving…I’m proud of you and I know it’s a tough road. 💪🏻 ❤️
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it sure is; but if I can still ‘stuff up’ occasionally I must be doing alright 🙂
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That’s right!!!
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those little ‘mess ups’ are light entertainment for the troops , and if occasionally they get irritating, well, they love us, don’t they ? 🙂
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I do the same! and good luck today with your final treatment
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All the best, John. All the best.
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end of the road now — except for the monitoring and any ‘fine tuning’ that is needed 🙂
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Nice 😊 And there have to be potholes in life.
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I guess you’re right 😦
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Prayers you do well once Chemo is over.
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thanks; should do 🙂
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Life is full of potholes!
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that is for sure 😦
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Pritti: I’ve looked at your blog a number of times; I’m not the right audience for it; I don’t have the patience or energy to read and comment on stories; sorry 😦
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A Hardy hello and best wishes. Yes, messes are testy and even Laurel didn’t get laurels and never got to play Caesar even though he was always saying “Et tu Oliver Hardy.” But it is another fine mess that can lead to a fine clean up inning for the win in the mixed metaphor baseball championship. Who’s on first?
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hahahaha; Abbot and Costello: loved that pair; we are of the same tribe 🙂 and love it how you got to them; top one, Doug 🙂
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I just saw this, John. I hope your blood work shows a good result. Sending good vibes.
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thanks Jennifer; end of treatment for time being or perhaps for good; just monitoring now; looking forward to your next post: you’re one of the new bloggers I follow, one outside my ‘area of expertise’ so I come to it fresh, excited, keen to learn and , yes, wonder —-
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Thank you for your support, John. I’m new to poetry so I guess we both are in the fortunate position to broaden our horizons a bit. My goal is write in a shorter format, so hopefully that helps. You’re feedback is valued, so don’t be shy about sharing it. 😉 🌻🦋
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I only know two famous poets who also achieved high status in visual arts: William Blake , of course, and Adelaide’s own, Barbara Hanrahan ; a rare combination of talents —
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Interesting, I’ve heard of William Blake, will have to research Barbara Hanrahan
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She lived in my city; she was also an author; I went to her exhibitions; I was a fan 🙂 she was very well known in Australia —
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I’m not short so I don’t know why
my foot slips so easily into my mouth, it’s a gift alright. Good luck with the last of the chemo John. A good thing to be on the other side of.
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thank you, Kate; I liked that last poem about emotion so very much —
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Haha, love this one. Especially the ending. Life sure is messy. Good luck on your last chemo.
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thanks, Bob; yes, the ending is my favourite too —
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As they say, we didn’t appreciate the golden years of smooth sailing until the pot holes arrived with all the rain! Now they’re big enough to eat houses and sometimes we just jump in. It’s a different view.
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hahaha; well observed, Worms 🙂
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Potholes help us appreciate the smooth road. You’re good. xo
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I like that saying, Eden; thanks 🙂
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Love the poem John! I’m finding that the older I get the more unintended entertainment I provide the family. Laughter is a very good road. Good luck with your final chemo… no doubt it will be great to have that behind you!
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indeed; yes, are seniors are good fodder for light entertainment 🙂
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I get it John. You are not alone.
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true; and the Oliver Hardys of the world are there to remind us 🙂
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Brilliant final line. Oh, potholes and puddles.
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yes, the last line makes it; perhaps I should cut the rest of the poem away 🙂 would that work? it reminds me of a poem I wrote and posted some time back ; see if can find it —
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Hmm, it’s like driving on a muddy dirt road. We need to adjust speed to be able to avoid the potholes. But what’s the fun, better go rock star style. Live fast….
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hahaha; I like your attitude, Ulle:)
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Really good writing, John. Life isn’t a smooth road for anyone and if they tell you otherwise they are lying.
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thanks Bridgette 🙂
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