"I cannot leave the house today”
Said La-Yen-LaVelle-LaKay.
I have no gas, no food, no guts.
I’m stuck in seven thousand ruts.
My feet hurt from the tiled floor.
All my baby says is “more.”
The dogs are humping near the chair.
There’s too much moisture in the air.
I have a pond in my back yard,
Because it rained too much, too hard.
My kid is cranky, stinky, too
(It might be instamatic flu.)
My pit-stop no longer stops my pits
My bra won’t cover up my...
What’s that? What’s that you say?
W is getting off early today?
Goodbye. I’m going out to play.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
With aplogies to Uncle Shelby
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13 comments:
You rock. And I can still recite the orignal word for word. Maybe I could do Sarah Cynthia Stout who would not take the garbage out? My house is getting there. . . .
LOVE
IT
!
Adorable :D
Brilliant Jenaldo.
Perfection
I like the mormon name to start it off. True La Yen style with a Silverstein twist. Magnifico!
Oh baby, I've never heard the harsh reality of everyday life put more poetically.
Amen!
Aw, shucks.
The irony is that W is not home at all today--maybe sometime before dawn...
That kicks in the rumpamundo.
yay and hahaha and snort. love it.
You should publish...and where do I get a signed copy? ;-) Thanks for always bringing me laughs. Hope you're feeling better!
Soooooo well said!! Thank you!
Queen--just print it out and sign my name in crayon or scratchy pen and then smear some peanut butter on it. It will pass any authentication test.
And Wendy Sue--you have my wheels turning. If you don't do it, I will.
Everyone else, thanks for giving me an even bigger opinion of myself. I'm going to start a paper route right now!
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