Better an hour early than a minute late,
. . . . Grandpa oft repeated.
Which is fine, until . . .
You arrive at the party and
. . . . the host is in the shower
. . . . the chicken’s still running around the yard
. . . . you’re put to work chopping onions
. . . . the shindig’s tomorrow night
It’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub and Kim is calling for our 44-word poems to include the word early. I went a different direction than my usual. Head on over and see what other early birds are bringing to the Quadrille table.