Wednesday, October 1, 2008

RE: Ode to My Spouse

Eric thought he was being funny and on his personal blog he posted a poem titled "ode to my spouse". He made some somewhat humorous jabs at me - the link is here - http://cragmonkey.blogspot.com/

So I thought that this deserved a response and for that here goes (Clearing throat)

How is it I love you after all of your tricks?
You like to poke fun at me to get your kicks,
yet day after day with your hair getting stubbly,
you make my lips smile and my heart still feel fluttery

you talk endlessly of your X-box and Mac,
Its really not if but when will I crack.

You think that you're funny,
you think that you're cute -
but my guts turn inside- out
every time that you “toot”

I'd love help with the laundry and even the dishes
but despite all my pleading those thoughts just stay wishes

Yet there's something to be said for a man that plays dress-up
with his little girl in all her pink get-up.
You prance 'round with pride and sometimes say 'nay'
when you give her rides on your back everyday.

And don't forget there's the little man too,
that picks up all the bad habits you do!
That's why he's a stinker and you know its the truth,
he's a hairy little guy with stinky loud farts just like you!

So regardless of faults and virtues to match,
to me you will always be my perfect catch!

I am by no means a poet, I don't even like poetry, but this is my best effort in all of 10 minutes, I hope you have enjoyed this ode to Eric as much as I have!

3 comments:

Cire said...

ah ha! no wonder you thought the fart machine sounds REALLY DID come from him - 'cause they ususally do!?!

Hayley said...

I didn't know you had a blog! I'm so glad, I'm always wondering what you guys are up to, you know, in between the every 4-6 months we go to lunch. :)

Cragmonkey said...

I resemble those remarks. All except the 'tooting' bit. The truth is, Tobin is the one that farts all the time. I just take the blame for her because it is so embarassing for her when we are out in public......Some people.