Spleck: Creyonah #27



Good morning world.

 Yeah, yeah, my reach ain't anywhere deep into the world and it sure seems like I'm shouting into the wind.

 But here I am, so I guess I like to shout into the wind eh?

 Apparently.

 Because I haven't missed a day posting and it's been awhile since there wasn't a drawing to come along with it.

 Yes, I could check how long it's been since it was words only, but that's not important.

 Poor Pantsy. He forgot.

 And his wife looks good and ready for something. Him? not so much.

 It's their anniversary and he's acting like it's just another day.

 Bad form Pantsy.

 There won't be no joy for you tonight.

 If only you'd remembered and come with flowers and a card and dressed in your suit, or even your black suit with the sharp blue tie.

 Because she always makes the reservations so you won't miss out on a great meal at Celebration, because she learned ten years ago to take care of all the reservations because you just suck at it, but you are expected to remember the important days.

 Even if it's at the last moment.

 But this beyond the last moment and you're going to have rush like a mad fool to be ready because they only hold a reservation for so long.

 So you best get your butt in gear Pantsy.

 And shave too You know how much she hates the five o'clock.

 Not that you'll have a happy end to the night, but you won't make things any worse with your prickly face.

 I didn't draw him with any indication of a prickly face?

 Sorry. My bad, I didn't think about that kind of detail and don't know how I would have drawn that

Or could have more likely.

 Also I'm adding these details in the moment, as I sit here.

 How'm I doing?

 I know, you won't answer. But I'll probably keep asking all the same.

 At least until the end of the year.

 After that, well I've mentioned what's going to happen then. And that's still due to be.

 Thanks for being here, silently. I guess if I did something that you vehemently disagreed with you'd give me a piece of your mind, so I should take some solace in your silence because we're more likely to comp[lain than praise.

 Right?

 Wrong?

 It's a very subjective thing.


 Anyway, that's my cue which...

 Nope.

 I thought for a moment that I heard the call to verse, but it was a wrong number.

 Verse meant to call on one of its other poets.

 Not she?

 That is often the impulse, but would not the spirit of verse be beyond the male and female?

 At least until I want it to be possessed of a gender eh?

 Ha ha ha.

 But today, Verse is an it not a him or a her.

 I'm...

 Nah, I won't complete that thought.

 Be well with your fine slef.

 Yep, be fine with your fine slef.

 😏

 What?

 You're saying there's something wrong with the last two lines?

 Wrong.

That's fake news sir/madame.

 And I will have no fake news here.

 I am insulted that you would have the temerity to suggest that there's anything wrong with anything that I wrote.

 So good day to you.

 If you could see me walking away, you'd be right if you heard an angry hmmph followed by storming off in a huff.

 😉

 Charles Petrie

Date
11-28-19

Time 
08:29-09:06=37 Minutes

Word Count
574

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