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!)