Friday, November 21, 2008

Mom, I'm Hungry

I'm hungry
I'm starving
I think I"m going to die

My children say this, with a dramatic sigh

I've cooked
They've eaten
They each cleaned their plate

Yet here we are in this food debate

It's bedtime
No eating
You should have had more dinner

They try to convince me they are growing thinner

So what
Big deal
You aren't going to win

I smile at them with my patronizing grin

Eyes rolling 
Tummy's grumbling
They hit the sack

I sit down to enjoy a little snack

Tuesday, November 11, 2008


Toothpaste in the sink
on the mirror, on the wall

A forgotten trail of toys,
Littered down the hall

Half of a sandwich, 4 days old
Left in a lunchbox,  covered with mold

Backpacks and shoes, dropped by the door
Clothes never seeing inside of a drawer

Clean bathroom towels, in short supply
Wet bathroom towels were not hung to dry

Fingerprint smudges all over the glass
Dirty hands touching it, each time they pass

Laughter and giggles echo in the air
Living with boys, nothing can compare.

Monday, November 10, 2008


Why is it when dogs feel the need to be sick,
the carpet is always the first place they pick?

They don't seem to notice all the wood floors and tile
when they are looking around for a spot to defile!

Nor do they consider how their master will feel
while cleaning up the remains from their previous meal. 

Gross, disgusting, repulsive and sick,
are just some of the adjectives that I would pick.

Now don't get me wrong, I love my pets
But that doesn't stop me from spewing out threats.

"If you throw up again on my carpeted floor,
Your butt will be thrown right out the back door!

Living inside is a privilege, my friend,
and your life of luxury could come to an end!  

I'd rather you not throw up at all,
but if you must...please go into the hall!

There is no carpet there for you to stain,
and therefore no reason for me to complain."