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."