I am participating in Mama Kat's Writers Workshop, in spirit of that Cupid Hallmark holiday heading our way I thought I would keep it festive....with a hint of humor, pinch of fun and cup of love.
I chose prompt # 3
A poem for your special Valentine
This ones for you, Mama Kat
Valentines day is not far away...
And I have asked Cupid to head Mama Kat's way
I hope when his arrow pricks you in the heart
It will help you realize it is ME you were meant to be with from the start.
Pat and Ellen have nothing on me.
It's Mama Kat and Jolie that should always to be.
I may not have my own talk show
But I can clean a house better than anyone you know.
If you don't consider me, my heart will shatter.
You Mama Kat, are my happily ever after.
And when the kids are being particularly annoying
Off too boarding school they will soon be deploying.
And when your mama comes over to hang
She too will wonder "Kathy, how did you manage without this lady, Dang!"
I love you so much, you make my heart go aflutter
Mama Kat, you are the Jelly to my peanut butter.
I promise to always bring you pretty flowers
Even when you choose to wear pasties to a potluck baby shower
I know the bar for your "standard of humor" is set rather high
But I don't think there are many that are more funny than I
I promise to never give birth to one of your babies
For my kidlets are always blue eyed blondies.
I think you are cool I think you are rad
Even if Kainoa is now an only child, you can't be all bad...
Selective Amnesia I think that is hot
You taking Pat out for a fun weekend without me is NOT.
And when we go skating, I will hold you so tight
Even if you try to get away with all of your might....
And when you need silence but the house is filled with screaming
A dose a benadryl to sooth the kids while I have the netflix a streamin'
I agree it is overrated to teach your children to walk
Why not pull an Ursula, so then they can't talk
And wearing your offspring is all the fashion
Ohhh Mama Kat I love you with a passion
Lastly I promise to never leave you for Kathy Lee Gifford.
Or a big red dog that goes by the named Clifford....
Unless you piss me off.
xoxoxo
-Jolie

Great poem! Stopping by from Mama Kat's.
ReplyDeleteYou are awesome! I can't even imagine how much time this had to have taken...can I move in with you instead? It looks much quieter over there!
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