Poetry Thursday

 It is Thursday, and it is time for Poetry Thursday.

 

Our home office in Duluth Minnesota, administered by Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetaton, have sent us this picture. Once again they have proved to be the perfect muses.

Here is the picture, and below it our humbling offering 

"Jeffrey, Jeffrey, you wouldn't believe what Maddie said

She said my gown wasn't fit for the dead

And then there is my Auntie Sue

You know she never approved of you

And then my Uncle Benny

I  saw him sneaking into the bathroom with his niece Penny

Uncle Vernon is drunk as a skunk

And he asks me why I'm marrying such a punk

My maid of honor aren't listening to me

You know how many helped me when I had to pee

Three!

Not my fault I went on Bree's knee.

And the cake was all wrong

And I saw your brother hitting the bong

He got the whole wedding party high, just wrong

And your mother called me a syph'litic parasitic

What? Everyone is a critic?

I am sure the priest wants to have sex with me

When I bent over he was eyeing my panty

And what was up with Gus' best man speech?

What did he mean you married a leech?

And I will never talk to you sister again

She told me I had ball hair on my chin

Jeffrey are your paying attention to me?

Best case scenario: We're together half a century

And your rich uncle Lou?

You know made the fortune in World War II

After we met he said he's not giving a dime to you 

Jeffrey are you listening?

You're in for quite a reckoning

My Mom is moving in with us for a year or three

And Jeffrey, she is just like me"