I cut my lip shaving this morning I won't be perfect for my last day of work as a teacher This is the focus of my life right now This cut lip is like everything else in life—it doesn't matter to you and soon enough will matter not to me either With the scab formed it is unlikely I will meet my mate today What gorgeous woman will I attract with this cut? I am not the best representation of myself today
It's the most wonderful time of the year The students are testing And the bugs are all pesting This teacher is full of good cheer It's the most wonderful time of the year It's the hap-happiest season of all No more parent-teacher meetings Nor tests with kids cheating Bartender please pour cocktails for all It's the hap-happiest season of all Soon there'll be caches for posting No work I'll be boasting My face permanently a-glow There'll be happy, fun stories And tales of the glories of Living purposely slow It's the most wonderful time of the year There'll be flights on Boeing And events to be going When work I don't have to appear It's the most wonderful time Yes, the most wonderful time Oh, the most wonderful time Of the year
Hink pinks are a pair of rhyming words derived from a definition.
pulp mystery | paper caper
father fall | pop flop
tulip strength | flower power
boat fastener | ship clip
crimson Flintstone | red Fred
I used CHatGPT last evening. I unputted: Poem about sister geocaching in Istanbul and was returned this:
Sister, in the ancient city of Istanbul,
With map and compass in your hand,
You wander through the streets so full,
To find the treasures in the land.
Geocaching is your chosen game,
To hunt for boxes of surprise,
To search the city without shame,
With eager and watchful eyes.
The old bazaars and winding streets,
The mosques with domes so grand,
The river banks and ancient seats,
Are places where you take a stand.
With each new find, your heart does race,
As you sign your name with glee,
And leave behind your own small trace,
For others to come and see.
Sister, you make this city shine,
With geocaching as your guide,
And every treasure that you find,
Brings joy that will forever abide.
I then sent it to my sister who is geocaching in Instanbul. Her response was, “Wow! That describes the stop so well. Did you write this?”
Ultimately, this stuff scares me, but I will say, it’s a lot of fun.