At the request of the most honorable gb, I am writing a poem about my pudginess. And I am, pudgy, but also beautiful and fabulouso. Just more of me to love babies....
Pudgy Like Me
Today I wasn't happy with me
It's the mirror and the things I see
My heart is good, my brain is fine
It's my (name the body part) on the line
Sometimes I wish I were a bee
I could fly around from flower to tree
And drink the nectar that's meant for me
Collecting pollen and getting sleep-ee
I'd take that nap each afternoon
On the flowering branch that held my swoon-
Ing weight, that is
Given the pollen and all
I know that I don't always rhyme
So it's good to have a bit of time
To slow down and breathe and take a rest
Where my heart and body are their best
My Home.
There is another diva I know
Whose weekend is about to grow
Into something wonderful for those that row
She is our friend, our confidant too
And this is why we wish for you
All good things returned for all the goodness you do
And so it is
Go Team! (You Know Who You Are!!!)
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3 comments:
Well, we all knew you were fabulous but this recurring sleep theme that keeps popping up in your blog begs the question...What exactly do you do all night?
I Sleep...it's just that I love it! And pretty soon I'll be drawing on that nocturnal savings account!
a valid question, kathy!!! : ) june...AWESOME proetry (prose/poetry...heehee!) VERY impressive. i'm running late as always...we're on our way out for a quick rural kansas outing w/ my parents...you'll see more about it on my blog if i get some good pics and stories. safe travels to you tomorrow!!!
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