Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
Disaster – let me speak to thee
In dulcet tones, and we will see
If thou couldst maybe heed my plea
To bugger off and leave me be –
Though thou hast not, I haste to say,
Of late been wont to pass my way
And I am grateful, truly: nay,
Prostrate with gratitude each day.
But from the corner of my eye
I see thy shadow passing by
From time to time: the bluest sky
Has thunder heads when thou art nigh,
So I if I might perhaps suggest –
With humble deference and the rest –
That at my age, to call on me
Might be considered OTT?