I need to bake a birthday cake; I need to bake it very soon. And so, my dear, that’s why I’m hear; Instead of in the baking room. Photo Credit: Marty Southwell
My girlish figure of yesteryear (Whom I usu’lly ignore) Said, most plaintively, “Tell me, dear, What is it we stand for?” “I speak, you see, of floors and scales, Left groaning down below. I speak of knees and lig’ment wails When standing on our soles.” Surprised, I peered ’round var’yous parts, To ‘xamine scale and toes. … More The @#*&% Diet
What do little boys talk of? What do little boys talk of? Clips, details of Minecraft men’s tales That’s what little boys talk of. What do little boys smell of? What do little boys smell of? Chips and ‘nails and hand-washing fails That’s what little boys smell of. What are little boys made of? What … More That’s What Little Boys Smell Of
Hanes and co. They have my sole Or I have theirs (It’s hard to know) The point is that we’ve little dough Because, although, I tell them, “No!” My boys will blow Socks through the toes Because they grow And I can’t sew Darn it.
“If only, if only,” the young mother sighs, “I did all the chores;” there’s hope in her eyes. She washes and foldses and relocates toys. She vacuums and bleaches and separates boys. “If only, if only,” the young mother shouts, “You’d not kill your brother when I’m not about.” She wrestles and time-outs and wait till … More If Only…