This is for you, Toe Knee!
Why? What is it?
How do you put up with us
With the things we say and do
When we argue fight and fuss
Swearing at times we're through
When things don't go our way
When we threaten to go home
Pick our marbles up from play
Sulking in silence all alone
What a wonderful policeman you are
Putting up with all our crimes
Flinging them to a distant star
Then embracing us with rhymes
Why do you fight to keep the peace
While saving each and every poem
Making pages for them without cease
Working your fingers to the bone
It must not be for the money
'Cause you know we're poor as dirt
Maybe it's 'cause we're so funny
Making you laugh until you hurt..?
Naah! That can't be the answer neither
Because funny jokes are a dime a dozen
And it can't be for want of fame either
For that always goes to some distant cousin
It must be something else, dear brother...
Something which has always been enough
To keep family members clinging to each other
Aha! That's it, by Golly! It must be Love!
With Love, Huggzz and Sloppy Kisses,
Your Brothers and Sisters at the IWVPA Family
November 29, 2001