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Bugs.

Don\'t make me get the fly swatter. I will smush you like a pancake. Or I will try. You are fast. You make me itch. I want to flatten you. Hold still. Or crawl under my big, heavy book.

May 29th, 2008 | All Poems, Home Life Poems | No comments

Mowing the Lawn.

It\'s too hot. It\'s too damp. It\'s just going to grow again. It\'s on a hill. If it gets longer, The neighbors will go crazy. I hate my neighbors. More than crab grass.

May 20th, 2008 | All Poems, Home Life Poems | No comments

Doing the Dishes.

If I lack the self discipline, To do them everyday, The gnats move from the compost, Which I also neglect, And then the fruit bowl.

May 19th, 2008 | All Poems, Home Life Poems | No comments

The Music Kids Listen to These Days.

It\'s way too loud. What, are they deaf? Like me? They don\'t know how to have a good time. They don\'t know how to dress. They can\'t pay into Social Security. They really don\'t know how, To run a nursing home.

May 1st, 2008 | All Poems, Home Life Poems | No comments

Climbing Trees.

I wish I was wearing over-alls, And had a huge tree house, With a water slide, Down to the pool.

April 29th, 2008 | All Poems, Home Life Poems | No comments

Student Loans.

I\'ll pay them when I get a job, Worthy of my education. My vow of poverty is for you, Rotten Collectors.

April 28th, 2008 | All Poems, Home Life Poems | No comments

Childcare.

I want a nanny. Dress me. Feed me. Tie my shoes. Make me take a nap.

April 23rd, 2008 | All Poems, Home Life Poems | No comments

Serial Killer.

Thank god I don\'t look, LIke his targets. And I locked my door, Didn\'t I?

April 22nd, 2008 | All Poems, Home Life Poems | No comments

I Want a Pony.

I don’t have a farm. I don’t know what they eat. I don’t know how to ride. I hate responsibility. I will name it Vanilla Sparkle Cupcake.

April 18th, 2008 | All Poems, Home Life Poems | No comments

Bad Parenting.

You ruin the grocery store for everybody, Because you don’t know how to be nice to your kids. Why do you even have kids? Couldn’t you yell at a plant?

April 18th, 2008 | All Poems, Home Life Poems | No comments

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