The Real Raconteur (Pinkdreams)

I imagine I could sit for hours    
And listen to her fables    
She’s the perfect teacher    
I imagine also    
That she may not think so    
   
Life isn’t always kind    
It’s not perfect    
There isn’t a pot of gold    
At the end of the Lucky Charms Rainbow    
Her poems make you believe there could be    
   
She’s funny as hell    
With her Pink brand of humor    
She makes the ordinary    
And not so ordinary    
Come to life    
   
   
She’ll tell you about a woman being chased by a donkey in Sardinia    
The Phlebotomist’s F You T-shirt    
And her former coworker’s husband’s new mullet    
She pledged allegiance to a disco ball    
And had a conversation with her cat    
I never want it to end!    
   
And don’t even get me started    
On her lists…    
   
When I need a dose of real life    
In the manner I can handle    
That makes me know I’m not alone    
That makes it okay to be me    
Or when I just need to laugh with her    
Because the alternative…    
   
Pinkdreams’ pages are where I go    
My sanity requires it