Category Archives: terrible poetry

TPM- Grumpy

My mom called me yesterday morning, to see if I was okay.  I had spent part of Saturday with my parents, and I guess that I just wasn’t myself.  And honnestly I haven’t felt like myself lately.  Usually Mondays are … Continue reading

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TPM – new shoes

  On Saturday I whisked my son away and took him to the mall to buy him some runners as his were falling apart.  I decided while I was there to look for a some new shoes for work, something … Continue reading

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TPM – open letter

  An update from last Monday’s ode to the brick:  That evening my husband went out and purchased me a shiny “new-to-me” 2008 Nissan Versa.  It is cute and zippy, and I was thrilled.  Plus I didn’t pay for it, … Continue reading

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TPM – please don’t die

I am afraid that my astro van, which I lovingly refer to as “the flying brick”, may not be long for this world.  It isn’t anything I can pinpoint, but it has close to 300, 000 km on it and I might … Continue reading

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TPM- an old favourite

This weekend my daughter was reading something that brought up iambic pentameter.  Which of course prompted the conversation of “what on earth is iambic pentameter?”  I was thrown back to my grade 10 English class where Mr.Thain, and old school English … Continue reading

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TPM – Spring Break

My children are on spring break this week.  I, on the other hand, am not.  For the first time in 5 years I am not working in a school based program and I no longer get the same holidays as … Continue reading

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TPM – head cold

I spent all weekend doing nothing.   My house is a disaster, we need groceries, and I am still coughing up a lung.  But I persevere on, and bring you this: This hot tea is good for me, It soothes my … Continue reading

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