"When I come home tired from my lousy job!" "You, two little boys causes me to loudly sob." "Wesley and Michael will leap up the wall." "Start running wildly down the narrow hall." "You sometimes think they had some whiskey." "Maybe that is the reason they're acting dopey." "Somehow during my pregnancy, I was frighten." "Causing them both to act like a wild heathen." "Did I eat a bad tomato, hot dog, or banana?" "Were they switched? Do they belong to Diana?" "Did I suffer because my mother was a riflewoman?" "Are they some kin to Hulk Hogan or Dennis Rodman?" "Were Wesley and Michael dropped on their head?" "Did their genes travel to me from faraway Gilead?" "I do know that; I did not ask God beforehand." "If so, I would have asked for Sir Ferdinand." "Why did Coy and I fill out the wrong application?" "For eighteen years, we must endure this situation." "Little Wesley and Michael will always be my boys." "Coy and I will just have to put up with the noise." Copyright (C) 1996 Marva L. Dowdin
Reason for writing:
This poem is part of a three hundred poem collection for
my third book of funny poetry and short stories. Depicting
everyday life with two typical boys, who are always into
something. I hope that you are enjoying them.
Marva L. Dowdin
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