Make Time For Love
Up my love...Don’t want to be late.
To walk the dog and be back by eight.
Can we not take the time for splendor?
At least what fifteen minutes will render.
Then wake the kids, feed and ambulate.
I to my work. You to their school.
Love’s labor wrought, that is so cool.
Supper at Hardee’s the one you pass by,
Then Parent/Teacher’s to find out why,
No prayer in the morning is the new rule.
Never fear, the week-end is ours my pet.
Mom called and she’ll keep them I bet,
at least one night we’ll have all to our self
I’ll get some of those things off of the shelf
and you’ll languish in your best fantasy yet.
© May 10 2010 for Dr. Mehta’s Parody contest
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