The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do