Sunday, November 14, 2010

uh oh. only 1 comment on the last post.....

I guess it's time to up the ante. Try to entertain the masses. Come up with that one, general yet clever, joke. Here goes:
   A Poem For the Wilsons: (poem pronounced 'poyem' in the traditional hurricane heritage way)

I'm one of seven. Seven clever children that have all made their print in the world

Sarah, it seems, is off doctoring ill. Fixing them up and sending their bill.
Adam, it seems, is planning everyone's lives. helping them move to mansions from dives.
Luke makes a buck from nothing at all, he's never been busy, please give him a call.
Marv's into plants and making them breed. It's not actually decent, but mouths it will feed.
Eli will 'make things' with tools and his brain. No one knows what it's called. It hasn't a name.
I, well, we'll get to me later. Let's just say now that I get greater and greater.
Leah does numbers and fails at things. Like big state playoffs and having men give her rings.

I took the 'road less traveled' and refused education. "I've a mind of my own and don't need a vocation"
I'll live off the land and raise children by dozens. We'll get by on the mercy of aunts/uncles/and cousins.
I will 'find myself' while they're all hard at work. I'll spend time smelling the roses and playing in dirt.
"they'll do 9 to 5's, we'll see where it gets 'em. In the meantime, I find, I'm bored to my whit's end."


  1. I'll be the first to post so you can feel better about yourself. If you want, I'll come back and post again tomorrow. Nice poyem, Beth. You can come visit us if you're that bored.

  2. Clever poyem, Beth. Don't forget - Moose sat around doing nothing, but called himself an "entrepreneur." Try that and see if your life is more exciting.

  3. Love the poem. . .maybe you've found your calling. You can always come visit me!! My girls are dying to babysit (hint, hint)

  4. With creative genius like that little number how can you call yourself bored!? Will you write the next volume of "These Stones, my Poems"? BTW, I'm halfway through East of Eden and a bit disgusted.

  5. I love the poem! You are doing the most important work there is! Of course its a lot of the same thing over and over. You need to bring your girls up to visit their great aunt Chris!

  6. Notice how Chris slipped "great" in her title? Birds of a feather you two.

    What we're supposed to learn from Beth's poem:
    1) She considers herself a paragraph compared to our meager two lines each,
    2) She hardly knows what each of us pretend to do,
    3) She likely did that freakishly kooki laugh/snarl while typing away.

    Great work sis. Loved it.

  7. Maybe an online course in writing? You have found a new hobby.