Wednesday, October 22, 2008

A love poem for Brian...



Twas the night before Thursday
And all through my house
Everyone is here, except for my spouse
The clothes are done
Put away with care
All too aware that Brian's dirty laundry will soon be there
Toilets are cleaned
And the seats are down
See what happens when your spouse travels out of town?
Tomorrows a new day
And guess what I will see?
Brian coming home with dirty laundry for me!
Too much time on my hands
Yes, you might agree
But I couldn't pass up the chance to write this ditty
Miss him I do, but his laundry I don't
Maybe he'll bring flowers home but my guess is he won't!
(Welcome home Brian!)

1 comments:

Karen said...

Youre a poet and didn't knowit!

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