A Nonsense Piece

Waking from a fly by nap, I wondered why it had grown dark. I began chiding myself that I should have been doing and writing and cleaning and what else? 

Oh yes getting my Christmas things to get in the spirit. But my nap seemed more important, not that I had a choice. Words have escaped me like a dog crawling through a hole in a fence. 

All that's left is this little bit of nonsense. Now that I’m awake, it's almost time to sleep 

for eight hours. I’ll just pen 

this piece and close up for the night. 

“A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men.”

~ Roald Dahl