I think today is Thursday, no it can't be that's not right,
It was new years day just yesterday and I've slept for one whole night.
So today is Friday, and it's snowed or so my husband reckons
It lasted just 5 minutes, just 300 frosty seconds.
I had gone upstairs you see, to dye my faded hair
I put some red into the mix and it went everywhere.
The water took forever to run clear once again
And when at last I came downstairs the snow had turned to rain.
By lunchtime it was sunny and the thermostat confused, so why didn't I feel toasty warm, I took the time to muse.
This poem's lost its way a bit
No clear theme has emerged
Just waffle really, random chat and disconnected words
But still, it's kept you entertained and made you pause and think
That life is good if you are free from hair dye in the sink!
Karen Holmes
2nd January 2026
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