Day Eighty-three

Today's words:

Lead

Tornado

Curlers

Cucumber

Copier

Exam

The sky was the color of lead

And there was a tornado

Alert. My hair was still in curlers

And I was slicing a cucumber

But when the alert sounded I ran out past the copier

Knowing we'd have to postpone the exam.

Remember the exam

That you filled out with a number two lead

Pencil? I don't think they do that any more, and it's a copier,

Not a mimeograph machine. Yes, I'm old. The tornado

Watch was cancelled, thankfully, and I went back to the cucumber

And took my hair out of the curlers.

At beauty school, correct rolling of curlers

Was part of the final exam.

I finished making the cucumber

Salad while you lead

Everyone out of the cellar where they'd been hiding from the tornado.

Then you went over to the copier

To run off papers. But the copier

Needed toner. I put away the curlers

And then the tornado

Alarm sounded again. I guess an exam

Of the data revealed there was still a risk, so you lead

Everyone back down. I brought the cucumber

Salad this time. We ate the cucumber salad

While you looked for toner for the copier.

There was a lady with a little dog on a lead

And another woman with her hair in curlers.

I don't think they'd all come for the exam

But they happened to be in the office when the tornado

Warning sounded. It seemed like the tornado

Had passed us. The cellar smelled like cucumber.

We went back up and began to prepare for the exam.

You put the toner in the copier.

The lady in curlers

Walked out with the woman and her dog on a lead.

Two tornado warnings in an hour. The copier

Was working now and the cucumber and curlers

Were put away. The exam could begin but the sky still looked like lead.

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