The Misadventures of the Brat Pack, continued…

Making a mess where ever they go,

Never do any of them run around slow,

All four are friends and/or relatives quite so,

Martial arts, all kinds of games, attacking each other for show…

Always do they seem to have fun,

Tickled by me and play spanked on their buns,

They giggle and laugh then away they do run,

Only to come back and attack me under the moon and the sun…

These kids like family to me you can plainly see,

I would protect them to the enth degree,

Their parents my friends, long term have I known them,

We too played as kids when we all lived by the sea…

        © ed ~ 11/28/04