Two littles upstairs
one mommy down
one daddy getting take-out
no greater gift is found
Cheesy pasta on its way
I'll get the drinks
Salad, chicken, bacon bits
We're both too tired to think
Friday night's for pizza,
Chinese, or Applebee's
Sweatpants, laundry, couches
and (if I make it)
a little TV
Write on,
b
Hope you enjoy your Friday night and the weekend!
ReplyDeleteI love the rhythm and beat of your poem. Hooray for hubbies who order cheesy pasta and join us on the couch for some TV (zzzzz).
ReplyDeleteThis writing in itself is great - rhymes and rhythms that describe things so well with so few words. And it evokes memories of how dreadfully wiped out it feels to finally get to Friday night after a l-o-n-g week of work and life. Have a wonderful weekend!
ReplyDeleteOh, the fatigue of Friday night! Thank goodness for a husband getting takeout. You captured so much in this little poem. Hope you managed to stay awake long enough for a little TV.
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