A Tragedy of Unimaginable Sorrow

Yesterday, in a rush to
make it to tomorrow, I accidently
misplaced my six year old

Wolfburn--

a tragedy of unimaginable sorrow.
I spent the better part of today
rewinding, pausing
wrestling with the tremors

until I remembered the number
to Old Gord's Dial a Bottle--
he told me not to worry, he'd be over
with an eight year old in an hour.

Ken e Bujold

2022

Reviews

[Lathen Griffiths]

You can get alcohol delivered to your home where you are there?
OMG we’re behind the times here!

Lathe

[Ken e Bujold]

haha. we can. and don't know if you're so much behind the times as it's your gov't concern about the possible repercussions. From what I remember the Welsh are only slightly less (than the Irish) in love with their spirits

[W. Barrett Munn]

There are losses and then there are Losses. Losing two years is a net gain. Is that a loss a win?
Winston

[Ken e Bujold]

depends on how quickly he loses the gain.

[redd Brick Keshner]

Would the 8-year old be dearer? A better "vintage," perhaps?

[Ken e Bujold]

interesting question, got me almost rolling on the floor since it never even entered my mind while writing this little whimsy. Genesis of the piece was overhearing an old fellow that lives near me talking about how he hadn't seen his wife all day at the same time he was waving to the dial a bottle delivery guy. struck me as poem worthy

[redd Brick Keshner]

And indeed it was worthy and remains worthy!