I am, in no way, shape, or form, a poet. Truth be told, I don’t really even like poetry. Shel Silverstein is great, but otherwise, poems are really above my level of brain power.
However.
This morning I woke up on my ninth wedding anniversary and all I kept thinking was “Nine Nine Bust a Rhyme,” which is part of a game we used to play in college. It was one of those earworm phrases that I could not get out. So today I submit to you a poem, in honor of my hubs, along with my apologizes for bad rhymes and other poetic offenses.
Nine years ago today
In a church that’s not too far
We said our vows
And friends said Wow!
(They loved the open bar)
The wedding was so great
Our trip to Mexico too
But even better
Than that day
Is my marriage now to you
(aww)
We were so very young that day
Had barely lived we thought
And here we are
Three kids two cars
And all the clothes that we have bought
Our children are so crazy
They make us laugh all day
But also though
Our hair of gold
Is turning now to gray
Most Fridays we eat pizza
Watch Shark Tank on the couch
Sometimes there’s wine
Red’s yours, white’s mine
And at Scrabble, you’re no slouch
You let me call you Jefe
Even though I am the boss
Though honestly
It seems to me
You get your point across
(when making choices)
(that is a terribly written verse)
(sorry)
I am so bad at poetry
I hope you can forgive
And when I fall asleep
At eight
Whatever dude, you’ll live.
I really need to end this poem
I can’t find a way to stop
But since you’ve brought
The Crazies home
They need their lollipops
(Dear God, this is the worst poem ever)
Ok that’s it, I’ve gone too far
I just want to share my love
You are the best
Man that I know
God sent you from above.
The end.
(Look as us. We were BABIES!)
Yo soy La Lay 