Write a four line poem about: the delivery.
Really good morning at the market, as we sold out of cherries, apricots, broccoli, shelling peas, and raspberries. The only things we brought back home were a few cabbages and some herb plants.
Wish every week could be like that.
The waiting room has been repurposed,
Now it's only for pacing.
There is no sitting down permitted,Just nervous thought chasing.