THE BRAIN DRAIN CABERNET
Dr. Suess and wine. Now that’s what you need, no-really, you do! That’s the good Dr.’s prescription for today. You have his permission! Here’s why: Today is Dr. Suess Day (also National Read Across America Day), so in his honor and back byPopular Demand and Numerous Requests, I am re-posting this, one of my personal favorites.I’ve gotten hundreds of your emails, texts, messages, etc. and I hear you.So enjoy it here now and in my SOON-TO-BE-PUBLISHED book! (Woo-hoo!) In the meantime, pour a glass and drink this in.Salute!
Comfort me with Cabernets.My brain’s not screwed in tight.Help me plug my ears in case itWanders out of sight.With a new vintage in one handAnd a corkscrew on my rightI forget about the worldAnd I sleep just fine at night.(The rest continues below)I feel like The Brain Drain Cabernet wrote itself. Thank you, Dr., for the inspiration from Greatheart And The Brain Drain. The above poem I wrote – actually it seems it wrote itself. Sometimes that happens. And depending on your sense of humor – I give the blame, or credit to Dr. Seuss and the wonders of http://www.seussville.com/. Dr. Seuss was not only an author classic books, he wrote many poems. I stumbled across Greatheart and The Brain Drain as I wrote my post, Scrambled Brains and Ham, Please.I was seeking just the perfect words. His poem cracked me up and I penned several in afterwards in his honor.
Because – you know the feeling – sometimes I burn through keyboards, fingers desperate to keep up with the words and thoughts overflowing from my brain.
And then there are the times when I curse the cursor.Blinking, blinking, Taunting me, waiting, waiting, naa-naa-na-na-na. Waiting for just the right verbiage.Not this time, my fingers continued to blaze:Comfort me with Cabernets.My brain’s not screwed in tight.Help me plug my ears in case itWanders out of sight.With a new vintage in one handAnd a corkscrew on my rightI forget about the worldAnd I sleep just fine at night.Words. More words. Too many – it jumbles.The synapsis fires, but the message is mumbled.Hear it? There it goes, another neuron firesProcess in motion, before complete — it tires.Wait! I remember – I had something to do-Oops, no I lost it, that thought gone too.Too much to do, the order scrim-scramA ‘supposed to’ oops, a muttering, ‘damn’.Lists, they can help and often they dobut then my list of lists – it gets lost too.So then the solution, how I’ve thought of manyTried on several, yes, there’s been plenty.The answer right now, ah, I know it, it’s trueA deep rich cabernet , not one maybe twoPour Self-medication full in a glassAs I tell all the demands to just kiss my —
WRITTEN BY: MARIA LUCE, THE EMPOWERED MOM