We Are Well Suited

There are a bunch of silly billies They do cartwheels on my fingernails I am astounded; wondering how they know I am not persnickety or in a bad mood. Come on! I say to the silly billies As they summersault over my arms landing on my shoulders after a triple flip. My husband asks what I am doing. The silly billies put their fingers to their lips Sh! They warn me. Everyone is not ready to see or hear silly billies Nothing I lie. Hey! Are those my geebie weebies? He says. We were partnered by God for a reason....