TOO MUCH GOING ON

How can one head, contain so many?
Shapes and sizes, there's little room for any,
Reflection on things, just this and that,
Time to sit quietly and stroke the cat.

It's too heavy a load upon one soul.
Although I must admire, her self control.
At taking on so much variety, design and shape,
However, she could still ditch them all, it's not too late.

Tushie

THEY WON'T LISTEN
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Why must they tell me 'that's not the way to feel',
Or tell me, I'm not hungry, when I am, after a meal.

My poor self worth needs lifting, with a really good shot,

Of affirmation, positive surroundings, I need the whole lot.

Meanwhile, I'll make the most of what I have,

And as you can see, that's absolutely, positively- fab!

Tushie