Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Scary Stuff

Ode to a Bad Day

When James is gone for the second week
And Nick has pooped on both his cheeks
When darling Sophie won't stop howling
And haggard Mommy can't stop scowling
When Nicky's nostrils can't stop bleeding
And Pipsqueak's toothers can't stop teething
When pilot season is coming fast
And you're not done with your first act
It's time to handle all things spooky
By having fun and acting kooky

* No, this does not count as my one poem / month toward my career as a Shel Silverstein female poet

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