Almost There!

Just persevere, just a little while,
And then you’ll once again get to smile.
Don’t let yourself get so far down
That you’re incapable of expression, other than a frown.

Be reminded: all is not lost!
You’re almost at the end, at the level’s boss.
And then, you’ll get a break, and maybe a coast;
Some time of making the best, of which you will do most.

And let’s not forget the joys up ahead,
The pasture through which the briar patch led.
The cool, relaxing stream by which you can recline,
Or a cozy, comfortable home called “Yours and Mine.”

I know that you’re down, and that you’re distressed,
And I want to ensure you don’t get distressed,
So I’ll do what I can to bring you the simple joy,
After all, that’s my job as your boy.

 

 

My Name Is...

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.

POP!

There is a girl who works SO hard,
But her husband has a head of lard.
She toils daily, and for all her trouble,
She has to deal with a guy with a brain like a bubble.

She grabs the needle, and holds it by the top,
The eye, and with a jab, she goes "Pop."
And then the room is covered in brain slime,
Which is usually is, most of the time.

And brain slime's not good for nurturing soil,
In fact, it's more like puss in a boil.
It breaks down the good and builds up the bad,
It wears out the happy, and makes stronger the sad.

So, before this poor girl has had her fill,
And must daily stifle this urge to distill,
I'll let her know: this thing must stop!
Ready, set, go... POP!

Thanks, Part 7

To wrap up my thanks,
I'd like say what I'm thankful for most.
And this thing for which I'm thankful
I certainly like to boast.

I'm thankful that I have someone
Who's always there for me,
Be it in the early afternoon,
Or late night, half past three.

If ever I find myself too ill
To carry ever on,
She'll take good care of me
Until the sickness's gone.

There are those wedding vows:
"In sickness and in health."
I'm always rich, I'm never poor
When she's there; she's my wealth.

Thanks, Part 6

I find I'm thankful and have a lot to say:
Thanks be for such a thanksgiving day.
I'm glad that every year it rolls 'round
And I am able to make a thankful sound.

I'm glad I have a wonderful spouse,
Who helps give me a wonderful house.
She's there to help me, every step,
Definitely glad I'm the one she kept.

I'm also glad that our life is filled
With felines whose whines are thoroughly skilled;
For when they feel they would like some chow,
They'll come up to you and meow, meow, meow.

But mostly, I'm glad that I have my Ambz,
And that she too has got her Hamz.
I wouldn't trade it for money or gold,
Or vintage collectibles, no matter how old.

Thanks, Part 5

I'm thankful too for partial weeks,
So I don't have to put in 40,
And feel all wasted and tired
Exclaiming, "lordy, lordy."

I'm glad I can come home to a wife
Who's always glad to see me,
And I'm thankful I'm not someone else,
Wanting just to be me.

I appreciate the benevolence
And also all the grace
That helped put me where I am
Upon this very place.

I'm thankful that I can be here,
And that I have everything I need,
And most everything I want,
And have something to read.

Thanks, Part 4

I'm most thankful for a wonderful wife,
Who's there every step of my wonderful life.
And on whom I may find support,
For she's always there, a bulwark, a fort.

She may be solid, but she's also soft,
Her heart is more open than an apartment loft,
And she lets me know that to her I'm dear,
And is very thankful every time I'm near.

I'm thankful to, for her love is beyond measure,
And were able to be evaluated, would be a precious treasure.
What she means to me, in one word is: all,
For she lifts me up or catches me every time I fall.

And she's always there to provide the kindest of words,
Or the loveliest of songs, like the sweetest of birds.
Or, she'll tell me sweet nothings until my ear falls off,
Or until I breathe my last breath, or cough my last cough.