This morning I awoke to a cup of coffee, 4 ice cold feet under the sheets, and the following poem, read aloud for dramatic effect:
I like how you make my food
I like youre verry happy mood,
You make me Breackfast, Dinner, Lunch
And I love you (Pause) a bunch.
I like you even thow you only like 1 car (PT)
And you don't go to the bar,
I hope you have a wonderful May
(Pause) Happy Muthersday!
3 comments:
That is teh best :)
Happy Muthersday, indeed!
B tried to get him to change that 6th line to: "and you don't take me to a bar" but in the end they decided against it because it threw off the rhythm. :-D
Happy Muthersday Betsy :)
not sure if I'd like to wake up by 4 cold feed, but the poem surely makes up for it!
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