(Last Wednesday's challenge from Poetic Asides. Not sure this qualifies as a rant exactly, but it's all I've got.)
Dobbing in Hubby: senryu sequence
Elbow in the back.
Not my favourite waking.
Accident, he says.
New water bottle
dribbles all over his face.
He opened it wrong.
How can I tell him,
"In age, slowness is wisdom.
Do things mindfully!" ?
"Oh, poop to you too,"
he says when I read him this.
But he's laughing hard.
I rescue his plate
parked on the bed and tilting,
just before milk spills.
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