Going40 has a mother. And mother sent a note yesterday, admitting checking this blog for only the second time. Her excuse was her recent European honeymoon, but I think the real reason is that she thinks blogs have slightly more worth than computers in general, of which she thinks very little indeed (even though she has a cute new MacBook). Anyhoo, she submits:
The mother, who speaks on the phone
To her son, whom by y'all is well known,
Muses if he's all right--
Too involved late at night?
In the Going 40 in a 20 zone.
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To Mother of Blogger, just wed:
Well, ain't that a kick in the head!
I'm squeeling with glee
At your fine poetry.
(Yes, Scott ought go quicker to bed.)
Musings on the Night in AABBA
My system for climbing in bed
Ran into a problem instead.
The screws let go first.
Then I fell - 'twas The Worst,
On my ankle and knee and my head.
The bed, it now sits on the floor.
Our gross motor skills are quite poor.
We have to get up
To pee, work and sup.
Standing's a laughable chore.
Staying up late is the best way.
The world is too hard in the bright day.
I just love the dark.
My best work I spark
When I read by the light of the moon ray.
Scott likes his early-to-bed,
But I like to stay up instead.
The lim'ricks just flow,
My brain is a-glow.
I write, and he sleeps like the dead.
Oh, Boss o' the Blogger, my gawd!
I think that it's really quite odd
That our normal speech rate
Has escaped us of late -
Scooter's built his own Lim'rick Death Squad!
deb, your multi-stanza verse kicks serious poetic @$$!
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