I'm not really explaining this. It applies to one person, who didn't mind me sitting on hold while I blew my nose - loudly. If that wasn't you, then you're still a good person, but you just don't get an ode. Too bad.
Every once in a while
Someone makes you smile
And you feel the need to shout
“Hey, you took away my pout!”
So you write a poem that’s sappy
Hope it won’t cause y’all to nappy
To tell the person thanks
For dealing with your cranks.
She's neither Grecian nor an urn
But when I have a bad turn
She’ll (usually) listen to my rant
As she tends to her plant(s).
And so here I show my appreciation
For dealing with my frustration
And being my salvation
And avoiding the temptation of abdication.
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Life has changed quite a bit. I'm still "a frum, female, actress, eternally grateful for the life in which I was raised," trying to follow the advice of Julia Blum and "Dream Big Dreams." My dreams might have changed a bit. Although theatre and manuscripts still play an important role within them, they're not always the main focus...
5 comments:
You're lucky and you're friend is lucky. :-) I'm sure you both know that.
:)
So sweet!
Quite the eloquent poet you are. :)
Well, it's a good thing I have one good quality to one-up the plant...
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