Today is the Squeeze's birthday. Everyone say, "Happy Birthday, Squeeze!"
And here's a poem for the Squeeze.
Once you told me, "Yes, I will."
Since then our life's been one long thrill.
We went to Paris, Florence, Rome,
And came back here and bought a home.
You wanted pets, and I said no
Now Dijkstra's like your live-in beau.
You wanted gardens, roses, mums
And I did not. Well, guess who won?
You got a nice red truck, by Ford
With bright fog lights and running boards
My car got totaled by some jerk
And now you drop me off at work.
You got designer finery
While I wore shirts from '93.
We had a girl with lots of hair
You got a comfy rocking chair.
So what did I get out of this?
Well, now I live in married bliss
You always tried the stuff I do
Frisbee, books, karate too
You put up with my family
Who visited us frequently
You knew I'd march 10 miles a day
In Florence, and came anyway.
You always put up with my ways
Even on my weirdest days.
You gave me culture, taught me class
You drew still-life and stained fine glass.
So whenever I now look at you
With flowers, lawn and morning dew,
With Dijkstra, baby, wine and cheese,
I smile and think, "I love you, Squeeze."
Awww. Nicely put. But I think you both need to try more frisbee. :-)
Posted by: Travis at May 30, 2004 01:38 AMAwwwww....that is SO cute. But you're not a very private person, are you Moe? :-)
I agree with Travis...can't have too much Frisbee.
Posted by: Sanam at May 31, 2004 10:52 PMSend me a couple of generic poems that I can use on women!
Posted by: Thiags at June 2, 2004 11:11 AMHere's one just for you, Thiags.I picked this up somewhere - don't remember where.
The Brahmin's Love Sonnet
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Three threads in my poonal
Make it six, won't you?