Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Poetry

'twas the day after Christmas and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring except the 10 year old, the dogs, the damn cat and, well... you get the idea.

The Khan was snuggled up in Papa and Mama's bed.
Upside down, of course, kicking them in the head.
He had a bad dream at 2:05 and bolted to Mama like a well hit line drive.

Fantasy Football is over for 2007
but I won so suck it haters
and will spend the offseason in heaven
2008 should be equally great.

And now you know why I don't write poetry.

I hope all six of you enjoyed your holiday celebrations. Ours were... meh!

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