Monday, April 10, 2006

The Mulleygrubs

It seems I've had an undiagnosed case of the mulleygrubs which led to an acute attack of writer's block. Now that it's been properly identified, and I've discovered the cure, I'm ready to resume blogging.

What's your cure for the mulleygrubs?

The Cure
Ginger Andrews

Lying around all day
with some strange new deep blue
weekend funk, I'm not really asleep
when my sister calls
to say she's just hung up
from talking with Aunt Bertha
who is 89 and ill but managing
to take care of Uncle Frank
who is completely bed ridden.
Aunt Bert says
it's snowing there in Arkansas,
on Catfish Lane, and she hasn't been
able to walk out to their mailbox.
She's been suffering
from a bad case of the mulleygrubs.
The cure for the mulleygrubs,
she tells my sister,
is to get up and bake a cake.
If that doesn't do it, put on a red dress.

1 comment:

  1. I love this poem!
    My cure is to bake bread all day or go see a movie by myself...