For my friends

I'm sure I'm not the only one who can relate to this, and I wanted to post it especially for my friends who, while not actually *in* hell, can see it from where they are...

...coffee time soon, y'all!

Nursery rhyme wisdom

Even the twins are getting into the poetry act. Jeremiah's latest (sung to the famous tune):

Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life is full of nuts

That's my boy...

Off the bathroom wall

Just because I think we're funny, I thought I'd share the next round of poetry on our bathroom wall, along with a picture of what this looks like over the course of a couple weeks. It's truly entertaining to me...

Moving on is not easy
It may come with tears
But we'll find when we face them
That we'll conquer our fears
So now on this white board
We have a clean slate
And look toward tomorrow
For poems more great (Dad)

Adrian, Adrian
Your jeans are so dirty
To the laundry room take them
Before you get hurty ;) (Dad)

I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I know this sounds crazy
But I think I might be
Just a little bit lazy
(probably more than a little) (Adrian)

To see the Wild play
Sometimes is scary-in'
Because the high scorer's
First name is Marion (Dad, after seeing the Wild beat the Predators in OT)

Your poems are so silly
I scarce can believe it
This board makes me chuckle
Each time that I read it (Mom)

Good morning, son
And thank you for hurrying
It's strange that on time
To work, still, I am worrying

But timely I'll be
And as punctual as ever
Until through those doors
My return shall be never

My boss needn't ask me
He need never beg
For I am the "New and
Improved, on-time Greg" (Dad, after Adrian hurried to let me use the shower)

Life is great
When you have a job
But not when you go
To work for a snob (Adrian)

But for them we'll work
And work for them we must
To fix all the things
That we own that will bust (Dad)

I sit and I think as my
Thoughts do extrapolate
While out of my colon
The waste does evacuate (Dad)

The language of English
Is oh so delightful
Although all this nonsense
Can make you quite spiteful (Dad)

Betsy, oh Betsy
Your cage looks like feces
Your skin's coming off in the
Smallest of pieceys (Dad)

Betsy is clean
Her skin is coming off
now it's Greg's turn
To get his stink off (Adrian)

While sometimes I might be
Somewhat slightly odiferous
People like you
Should not be so vociferous
With soap and cologne
Odors will rearrange
Then my "stink" will be gone
But your face will not change (Dad)

Thank you, Adrian
For the towels you did buy
They will be quite useful
When the dishes I dry (Mom)

Hello, good morning
How are you today?
I'm sorry I couldn't think
Of one thing clever to say (Adrian)

My boys, my boys
I wish you would think
Please throw the dead mice
Before they stink! (Mom, after finding a dead mouse beneath Betsy's cage)

Sorry we weren't
Working hard like the ants did
And let that ol' mouse
Get all stinky and rancid (Dad)