The house is as quiet and silent as the eye of a storm,
And the mountain of dishes in the sink makes me feel quite forlorn.
And the warmth of the day,
With my kids on the way,
Brings a glow in my heart and a feeling is born.
So I fill up the dishwasher,
To the tippy top top.
And I clean up the kitchen with bucket and mop.
And I vacuum the rug,
And I rescue a bug,
And a spark becomes ember, so I stop…
…and type.
So I sit here and write because you seem a likable sort,
As your profile had spark,
Had a life, spoke a feeling, gave a snapshot
Of all you had wrought.
And I thought this was great,
Quite unique on this site,
Where the typos and grammar,
Are a terrible fright!
So I write you a note on my three day free trial,
And I know that you’ll answer with guile,
And style.
For it’s been quite some time that I’ve reached out my hand,
So the ball is in your court,
G’head, answer cutely,
And let caution be damned!
Spike… ;)
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