Twas the night before 1st grade, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse The lunch isnt packed, the cupboards are bare And I hope theres no screaming when I comb her hair My daughter refused to brush up before bed And that last glass of wine has gone straight to my head Now Steve has the iPad all snug in his lap While I stare into my phone, tap-tap-tap-tap Tomorrow shell play and shell learn and shell matter And Ill finally — in solitude — empty my bladder
Posted on: Tue, 26 Aug 2014 01:36:17 +0000
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