Ordinarily, as per Davey H’s pervasive,
procrastination producing perspicuous,
partially pejorative piffle,
this post – now having been in progress
only 3 ½ days late – would begin something like this:
“Not sure what we did today,
but maybe that’s okay;
I know for sure we didn’t bray
of this mundane foray.”
So we headed south on brand new skins.
Well, hush my mouth and purge my sins!
Then bust my ass with constipation
a source of substantial consternation!
But this always happens when I travel;
too little crappin’s to unravel
fetid, bloated, not so neat
strained and gloated ‘oer well-warmed seat.