I could write all these quick takes in prose
But why would I since everyone knows
Poems are so much fun
And before these are done
You’ll know the week’s highs and its lows.
There once were two kids who implored
That they often were sure to be bored.
But though they might balk
You can just give them chalk
And Transformers they’ll make by the score.
We stood in a cold steady rain
As we watched our son pitch his first game.
With my teeth somewhat clenched,
I got chilled and so drenched.
How do pitcher moms handle the strain?
Our twin nephews grow and they grow!
One day soon they’ll just take off and go.
I would not have a fit
If time slowed down a bit,
But it won’t, as we all seem to know.
The new prince is Louis, you see.
Not Lou-iss; instead, French Lou-ee.
It’s a fantastic name
For this third child with fame,
Spring’s coming for real, I believe.
Winter’s end I refuse now to grieve.
In mere days will come May,
With warm sunshine each day,
And our kids will refuse a long sleeve.
This week lasted 17 days
As I stumbled along in a haze.
I’m glad for the end,
Bet you are too, my friend.
For a weekend is something to praise.
Read more quick takes at Kelly’s blog, This Ain’t the Lyceum, and enjoy your weekend!