A little poetry...
Mom is cleaning out her study because she is re-doing the whole thing. With all this cleaning, she is going through all of her files. Tonight she handed me a bunch of papers of mine to go through which ended up being extra wedding invitations and a bunch of report cards from school and some other gems. I ended up taking home three things from the pile. One of these little gems was a poem I wrote my senior year of high school in my British Literature class. I read it for Marnie and Mom. Marnie said if I did not put this on the blog, she would. So here I go. It was an assignment to write iambic pentameter and we had to do it in like 30 minutes and it had to be about our families.
In the family, sisters three, brothers four
Me, the youngest child, kept home alone
Mike, at thirty three, always slammed the door.
Dave, at twenty nine, drills to the bone.
Those are only two, just wait, five to come.
Brent, at twenty eight, was the one I love.
Tom, at twenty six, brings comedy home.
Onto the three girls who bring all the love.
Marnie, at twenty two, San Diego she lives
At San Diego State, works for a degree
Anne, at twenty
Living the married life, no more a tease.
Then there's me, at eighteen, ready to go
Wraps up my family, just a big show.
That's the poem...
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