Weekend! or, three catalogers want to go home

What a challenge came our way
(and so late p.m. Friday)
m and d and triple c...
those old dates take all us three!
Old Greek books, well, are they right??
We don't have the mental might.
Title page and which edition?
Anarchy, three-way sedition.
Table them until next week;
three subconsciousnesses seek
o'er the weekend answer true.
Then we'll know just what to do!

time warp with Meg

There's a girl in France today,
twenty years her age, I'd say.
Just like me when I was young,
gone to learn that foreign tongue.
Listening to her stories now
brings me memories of how
markets, cheese and cool cafes --
these all made me want to stay;
flower stalls and table wine,
Musee Fabre seemed like mine!

Iron will

No, I'm not sick, I am not ill,
because I have an iron-clad will...
I'm only thawing broth congealed
to make my stupid, clogged nose yield
to reason. It must not succumb...
Too late! I find that it is numb
from tissues and my health maligned,
I'm mad and somewhat, (ick), resigned.
I'll make this nose feel such remorse...
from it I'm filing for divorce!!

saturday

aspirin's quite a sacred thing
even if it makes ears ring.
when the ice pick's in the shoulder
little pill is worth some gold, or...
worth a day of getting done
tons of stuff, plus lots of fun.

i say that this is just a test;
that means it's not my very best.
it's practice of the blogging kind,
i am just starting, flying blind.