As though things haven't been bad enough,
the dishwasher recently choked on stuff.
But fast to the rescue my husband has run
with movies for all sorts of couch potato fun.
Chinese food with all of it's savory sauces,
sweet and spicy and absent all bosses.
Double each portion, a cookie's magic lesson
And every one satisfied without dreadful ration.
As though it hadn't been enough for one day
in a straw-breaking-back sort of difficult way,
my husband took pride in mowing the lawn
and trimmed all the bushes himself for the fun.
And befitting a next to perfection park,
who's grass is a soft emerald green,
I envy and hope that my grass may fit in
with the lawn of a perfect lawn dream.
And may it be just as perfect as theirs,
though we don't have the landscaping team,
I continue to say or contend in this way,
that their lawn is much greener than anyone's green.
As though it weren't enough for today
drowning in dishes and laundry per say,
until I surrendered, enough is enough,
to see why Mel Gibson's no sugary fluff,
but is not allowed by all of us
to use his wonderful, creative genius.
For the making of such a great piece of art
is the work of a genius of a god off the chart,
A place where a lesser man passes and nods.
as being not permitted free speech, though a god,
some saying that God is everywhere,
or praying that God might lend them an ear.
Here I am. Praise God.