I think it is time. I am gonna change my name And move to Alaska, Or maybe Siberia. Someplace, Anyplace, Where my children cannot find me. I need a vacation! Each morning there is a struggle To get them ready for school. Each night a struggle To get them ready for bed. The time in between They argue about this or that. He looked at me, She hit me, She said this, He said that! I have one idea left, Am gonna try it tomorrow, If it does not work Alaska here I come. Tomorrow I am gonna outbrat them all. I am gonna cry, I am gonna whine, I am gonna scream. I will not be able to dress my self Without someone finding my clothes. I will not eat what is for dinner. I will call them names, And poke anyone who gets close to me. I will become The ultimate brat. Then again, Maybe I will just love them And be there for them. Hug them when they are sad And laugh with them when they are happy. For after all, They are children, And they are just doing their job. By Odis E. Shultz November 17, 1999
Reason for writing:
I wrote this one on a morning when everything seemed to be happening all at once, and I decided I needed a vacation.
Birth sign: Cancer
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