I'm one of those people
who hates being bossed around.
Not really a radical statement.
I think people who really like to be bossed around
visit professionals who wear uncomfortable shoes.
I mean, even the hint of bossy
makes me crusty
I'm a little worried about my new banner
On a bad day I'd be all
"Don't tell me how to feel!"
Probably those are the days when I should practice
the calm part more.
But that's me
not necessarily my neighbourhood.
I've seen this a few places and it just seemed so
I visited a friend who had three kids spinning around her
at full volume
and she said this sentiment gave her solace
Still, I'm now hollering out into our street
not the sneaky alley
but the full blown street.
Always me with the two cents!
My other kids-playing sign got stolen, so on the flip side
The best part about this piece
was my sweetie climbing the tree in the dark
headlamp on, hammering the hockey stick
and wincing at the thought of waking babies and rabid raccoons
He didn't even hesitate when I asked for help.
Lucky me, I still have a big crush on him
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