Archives for September 19, 2011


Duff and I kept arguing

Til Mom put down her broom

And, with her hands upon her hips,

Sent each one to his room.

We sat there is our doorways

Rolling trucks to one another

And, with real comraderie,

Complained about our mother.


Our baby cousin’s Kelly Hatch.

No kid is as cute as Kelly

But she chews on chives in the onion patch

And she smells like the corner deli.