Now this is my definition of love
It's much like wrestling in the mud
You get down and dirty
And say things quite flirty
Then it all comes together with a thud
You scream bloody murder together
Promise your undying love forever
Roll over and whisper
The name of her sister
Then you realize that wasn't too clever
She pummels your head without mercy
You attempt to defend against her fury
You start to see rainbows
And a bunch of pretty halos
A ferocious little dynamo this girlie
Well eventually you recover your senses
And are able to put up some defences
You plant a big smacker
On this sweet li'l attacker
Then it's back to love in the trenches
Do not get down and dirty, if you are found evangelizing where pigs, chicken, dogs ... roam free.
We gave our children the best start in life,
That set them on the path to higher education,
They have also turned out kind, caring and happy.
They all, like me, love Christmas and have been more than generous,
To others and all have good and true friends.
And have slowly but not without hiccups,
Learned the harsh realities about the Value of money,
Now understanding the need to sometimes go without or make do.
Have we taught them well?
Up till a few weeks before Christmas we were patting ourselves on the back,
As we looked around and saw how other children were faring,
That was until I reminded my eldest daughter
To sort her plastic and cardboard for the bins,
Her reply "I don't have time for that"
Has since put a dent in our ego's.
Now the questions shaking our peace of Mind.
Who will save the planet if they have not the time?
What led us to leave conservation out of the conversation?
And why did we not give them extra time to get down and dirty?
We have to face the fact that leading by example is of little help,
If we don't give them time to follow that example!
I may be a Princess,
But, I swear like a Marine,
I drink like a Sailor,
And my jokes are never clean.
I may be a Princess,
But, I never dress the part,
I wear hob nailed boots,
And I don't care where I fart.
I may be a Princess,
But, I don't act like one at all,
I like to get down and dirty,
And I don't want to go to the ball.
I may be a Princess,
But, I'm extremely loud,
I like to party,
And stand out in a crowd.
I may be a Princess,
But, I am all of the above,
I don't care what people think,
I am the one I love.
Now this is my definition of love
It's much like wrestling in the mud
You get down and dirty
And say things quite flirty
Then it all comes together with a thud
You scream out bloody murder together
Promise your undying love forever
Roll over and whisper
The name of her sister
Then you realize that wasn't too clever
She pummels your head without any mercy
You attempt to defend against her fury
You start to see rainbows
And a bunch of pretty halos
A ferocious little dynamo this girlie
Well eventually you recover your senses
And are able to put up some defences
You plant a big smacker
On this sweet li'l attacker
Then it's back to love in the trenches
© Jack Ellison 2015
Now this is my definition of love
It's much like wrestling in the mud
You get down and dirty
And say things quite flirty
Then it all comes together with a thud
You scream out bloody murder together
Promise your undying love forever
Roll over and whisper
The name of her sister
Then you realize that wasn't too clever
She pummels your head without any mercy
You attempt to defend 'gainst her fury
You start to see rainbows
And a bunch of pretty halos
A ferocious little dynamo this girlie
Well eventually you recover your senses
And are able to put up some defences
You plant a big smacker
On this sweet li'l attacker
Then it's back to love in the trenches
© Jack Ellison 2015
Next month I'll be fifty
What rhymes with fifty?
Sixty
Ten years to make fifty
the new thirty
Get down and dirty
Like Stallone and Willis
Maybe buy a few guns
"Yeah we bad."
"How we gonna hit em Sly?"
"I don't wanna DIE HARD!"
"No John Wayne Gacy for me."
Try to breeth like Jack Nickelson
I can feel it allready
An unimaginable ammount
Of cool being showered
Down on me
All I have to do is
Keep my mouth shut
lets get down and dirty
to the knitty gritty
lets face reality
who said its gon be purrty
distance is between us
tension causes us to fuss
emotions covered in dust
still searching for the love
my eyes are sick of tears
heart is still in fear
.... day four and im speechles
cant even imagine writing this
emotions caught up in a whirlwind
cant tell my out from in
whose to say the truth
whose to say a lie
whose to make a suggestion
and whose the one to decide
still stuck in a zone
of not quite understanding
music is my lover for now
comin quite handy
things are zoomin by
everything that deals with life
....speechless
wait i say speechless yet im full of words
maybe cuz im full of hurt
still in disbelief
what is to become of me...
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