Monday, March 25, 2013

SCRAPBOOK POEM

ODE TO MY WIFE By Valerie Consolo


She learned to crop on Monday
Her shapes were going fine.
She forgot to thaw our dinner
So we went out to dine . . .

She added die-cuts on Tuesday
She says they really are a must
They actually were quite lovely,
But she forgot to dust . . .

On Wednesday it was stickers,
She says the designs are fun,
What highlights! What shadows!
But the laundry wasn't done.


Her journaling was on Thursday
With Pigma pens, including red,
I guess she really was engrossed,
She never made the bed.

It was acid-free paper on Friday
In colors that she adores.
It never bothered her at all
The crumbs on the floor!

I found a maid on Saturday,
My week is now complete
My wife can crop the hours away
The house will still be neat!

Well, it's already Sunday,
But don't call me a great pop . . .
I cursed! I raved!! I Ranted!
The maid has learned to crop!!!


THIS IS JUST TO CUTE IT MADE MY DAY


1 comment:

  1. This is so great, thanks for posting it. I loved it :-).

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