O can I, can I scratch where it itches?
I promise to begin to put things away --
But will I be able to find them at the end of the day?
I promise to read less for fun to while away the time
(But how can I resist sweet lemon and lime?)
I promise to write more, each day that goes by
(But the internet tempts me so much I could cry!)
I promise to go walking each day for a break -
(But it's windy and cold and this story's hot, for pity's sake)
I promise to smile when he interrupts when I'm busy -
(But the drama queen in my heart wants to pout 'till I'm dizzy.)
I promise to avoid Border's Books to scratch that bookbuying itch
(but Amazon is waiting - and has books in my niche!)
New Year's Resolutions have me in stitches -
I cannot, cannot scratch where it itches.