I wear a hat, and a scarf,
And do the laundry.
I also do the cooking.
What more can I be?
I may not have the best defense
Against the germy germs.
And I may not be the best against
A patch of wiggly worms.
But I'll gladly look upon you
Through my tousled mop,
And feel like I'm in heaven,
Wishing it to never stop.
But when it does, I'll look on you
Again, and then again,
To keep returning to paradise
Until the very end.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
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