Facebook has one good feature, (don’t get me started on how many BAD features it has), in that it gives you the “blast from the past” in it’s “On This Day” feature. I enjoy seeing what I was posting years ago, and today this little poem caught my eye and I found myself thinking “that’s not too shabby”.
So, here’s a little something I posted on 21 March 2014.
The Ginger Jar
It wasn’t where I left it,
I’d looked on every shelf,
“I would swear, I left it there”,
I muttered to myself.
It wasn’t in the cupboard,
I only found a sock,
it wasn’t in the garden
buried underneath the rocks.
I looked under the table,
but I couldn’t see it there,
I even took the cushions off
each and every chair.
“Where could you be?”, I said to me
– it didn’t answer back,
and just “because”, I had a look
inside the old spice rack.
It was nestled at the bottom
of the musty ginger jar,
I tipped it out, then dropped it,
but it didn’t roll too far.
I picked it up and held it,
and told it what I thought,
that I’d be lost without it,
and my days be without worth.
I twisted it and pushed it,
put it back where it belonged,
for a day without some humour
is a day that is too long.
© Ceenoa
Ceenoa 
Love it! And how very true- humor helps everything to be a little bit better! 🙂
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It does. Glad you liked it.
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Nice piece — and you’re right about Facebook
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Thanks muchly. FB does my head in alot of the time.
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That’s a tremendous poem, Claudette, really enjoyed it 🙂
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Aw, Phil, you say the nicest things 🙂 thanks.
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Clever and cute!
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Thanks Brian. I try!
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Loved the end!
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Thanks muchly Sis
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