Thursday, June 05, 2008

Ode to my children

Oh small women who would turn me gray,

must you fight and bitch today?

It's been only ten minutes since you walked through the door,

must you always fight about which one of you has more?

Why just last night you fought over a crumb!

If it were not attached you'd fight over your thumb.

I think it's a plot to get your own way,

your both little snots, must it be everyday?

I'd send you outside were it not for bad weather,

And I remember I love you so I won't knock your heads together.

One more week of school is all that I've got.

Then oh lord help me I'm alone with this lot.