so dr. suess-esque….

I’m strong as an ox.
I’m smart like a fox.
I don’t have to climb beanstalks
and I try to look at the leafstalks.
I don’t live in a box.
I have a great home.

My life isn’t cakewalks,
but it isn’t like cellblocks.
I try to use the crosswalks
although they could say ‘she jaywalks…’
But hardly anyone ever gawks.
I have a wonderful life.

When I see someone that balks,
in the city or the boondocks,
when they get to life’s roadblocks
and their voice kind of squawks,
I pull out my toolbox.
I help when I can.

I’ll listen to the jukebox.
I’ve never had smallpox.
I like to check the mailbox.
I believe in shamrocks.
The beach is my sandbox.
I love where I live.

I’ve found some new building blocks.
Sometimes I play with colored chalks
and forget to check the clocks.
Even as it tick tocks
I don’t think that it mocks.
I’m thankful for my talents.

I spend my day doing docs.
Sometimes I wear nice frocks.
No one at work has Mohawks.
Some clients I’d like to put in headlocks.
Sometimes I’d rather throw rocks.
But I’m really good at my job.

I don’t need padlocks
or to prance around like peacocks.
With my boyfriend I have great talks.
My faith unlocks
help from God’s entire flocks.
In Him I am secure.

I don’t mean to be on a soapbox.
I don’t even have matching socks.
But when opportunity knocks
and I have a chance to outfox
the adversary and put him in padlocks,
I’ll do whatever I can.

L.

quick recap for the kids:
no idea…i don’t even know what to say about this particular outburst except…why not? i miss you SO MUCH and can’t wait to see whenever i can next…