Did I Say Too Much?

I found the following poem scrawled on a piece of paper. I forgot I had written it.

The Full Stop

Period.
End mark.
Just a spot
Which tells us
We should just
Stop.

Christmas Dinner

I think I gave up the diet for Christmas--at least this, I believe, is the reason I put pencil in hand and composed this little poem to the tune of Jingle Bells.

Turkey, turkey, ham,
Green bean casserole
Pickles, olives, yams,
Butter on my roll,
Gravy on my mashed
Potatoes, if you please,
Darling, pass the cranberries,
And the bowl of peas.

Gingerbread, gingerbread,
Peanut butter kiss
Raisins in persimmon bars
These cookies never miss

Now some mincemeat pie,
And the apple too.
Pumpkin with fresh cream
Whipped up with love by you
I am really stuffed
I won’t eat for a month!
That was Christmas breakfast—
I wonder what’s for lunch. . .

I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas!

Archeological Layers of Self II

Rating: NSS
I've upgraded the rating, mostly because I'm not feeling as silly as before. I also inform you that I found some of the poetry for which I was looking. I know you were worried. I was right; I found it when I wasn't looking for it. Now I'm not sure if I'm glad I found it. Glancing through some of the pages I thought, "Man, did I actually write that?" Yep, I had. I also realized I have an irritating habit of writing on whatever paper is available. I found a stack of church bulletin inserts with comments and thoughts written all over them. I have a similar stack elsewhere. Some of these thoughts lead places, others just get set off to the side. Maybe I should try carrying a notebook--or not going anywhere near writing implements!