Posting a poem at 3 p.m. today because I crawled into bed at 5 a.m. this morning after a long trip back from the school trip. I thoroughly enjoyed my time as a chaperone, but I’m relieved to turn all those fantastic teenagers back over to their parents.

This fortune seemed to lend itself to rhyming couplets, so that’s what I went with. However, I am uncertain if there is a true rhyme for “failure” so the end, I felt, fell a little flat. Thus the title lol. Not to mention it somewhat describes my brain today.

Anyway, enjoy, and please let me know what you think!

Success walks hand in hand with failure.

It Hits a Little Flat
By Michelle Garren-Flye

Let’s take a walk, come be my guest.
When you get tired, we’ll take a rest.

Trust me, my intentions are pure!
Deceits and cons could not be fewer.

One thing only I must confess
I want your life to be a success.

Does my promise have no allure?
Then you may be doomed to failure.