A little something from Sunday, sitting on the beach

Cherubic cheeks
Peering over whipped mounds
Of mashed potato clouds

The sun looked around
And went harrumph
Jutting out its lower lip
In a defiant pout

Between all those broccoli clumps
Of flourishing trees
And browning flecks
Of tanning sunbathers
Did she really have to clean her plate
And go to bed?

Are you ready for your day of reckoning?

He's been watching you.
When you leave him out and forget to put his box away...
When you talk on your cell phone about what you did last night...
When you set him next to all those boxes of low-fiber, highly-sugared crap.
He's been taking notes.
He's been talking with your friends and neighbors boxes.

Do you think you can escape his watchful eye buying 'Shoppers Choice' for $1 less?
Don't you wish.
That doesn't help any.
Frankly, it only pisses him off.

But he watches.
And waits.
And smiles to himself, cuz he's been waiting for...today.

WRATH OF THE QUAKER

Today he shalt smite thee, having great wrath.

Thou hast been naughty.

Oh yes.