Poem

Saturday, February 16, 2008
I am sick.
Ick.
My head feels like a brick.
All I hear is the tock tick,
Of the clock, quick,
Run to the sink and try not to kick.
I need a walk stick,
'Cuase the ground is slick.
Man.
I need a latté.

Matthew

3 comments:

gail said...

your never-ending talent amazes me............

Matt said...

HAHAH!! Such diction! What rhythm! Yeah, I agree with Mom.

gail said...

maybe you need to go back and get yet another degree in pose.........

the world CAN'T loose your gift...........

PS welcome home!!! Matt. If God doesn't answer any other of my prayers for a while that is ok - he brought you home to your darling wife and wonderful family!!