Fiona! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
On Mondays I don't rise with all guns blazing
by Herbert Nehrlich
my head needs oxygen and interphasing.
Anoxic from the Cabernet (which folks are praising)
I find Fiona calling both of us well.....aazing!
I ask what have we done to be so labelled,
are our cognition cells somewhat disabled?
Perhaps the neurites spliced and poorly cabled?
My quest to all of you is, hereby, tabled.