[Old Sarge]

I am sick and tired of work,
the urge for play, to get up and lurk
around the corner, to hide myself
and jump out with a "Boo!" like a mischievious elf,

It's so overpowering, on such a day
when I'd rather be elsewhere to laugh and to play.
The sky is awash with glorious shine,
and here I am inside, a mule in a mine.

But my window is not made of glass; it's a screen,
while I bask my eyes in its unblinking sheen
I see images, verses and carefree places,
and I can only imagine your faces

as I pucker and bug-eye and blow my cheeks out
pulling funny faces at the world that's without,
But until that time when I leave this dull place,
I'll just read, and write, with a silly face.

[StarCMC]

ROFL Sarge -- too cute!! :o)

[Soaring Feather]

Oh funny Sarge. I can see you making those faces at the world in cubeville. LOL