POEMS BY BECKY
Frustration
By Becky
(C) 1998
Did you ever wonder why we can't get along
When we have a project, things just go wrong
I get so frustrated I want to smack you so hard
My skillet, it's better, when filled with hot lard
First we try it your way directions you won't read
Then we try my way and build with great speed
I remember the wall paper we did some years ago
That time was my fault, and you've never let go
It comes up each time, when we don't agree
Come on let's get started then we will see
I read the directions and you do the work
This don't seem right, you give the paper a jerk
When you've read it, you then do it your way
And I will just sit there with nothing to say
Now the thing is complete and I start to giggle
If you just touch it, the thing starts to wiggle
You throw down the tools, swear the air blue
It is always amusing just working with you
We pick up the paper and start once again
Hammer on thumb, ouch, I feel your pain
I hold the directions up in front of my face
Have to keep still and show not one trace
Of the laughter inside that wants to get out
It would hurt feelings then you would pout
I have to admit you are so good for me
But building things with you just has to be
the most aggravating experience I believe
I would dearly love to give you a big heave
out of the front door with a flea in your ear
Will you do me a favor my darling my dear
Please open your wallet and let the light in
Pay someone to do it, that is no great sin.
bellejoye
Scooter
Name Doesn't Fit
By Becky
(C) November, 1998
I have a little dog with the wrong name
To tell the truth she is not too tame
Try to approach her and she slides
Across the floor as she tries to hide
She came to us as a tiny little pup
It took all I had to just pick her up
To hold her close was no mistake
For her to trust instead of shake
I do not know from whence she came
But her little heart was surely lame
It was no female who did their worst
She hates the male will attack them first
The abuse must have been terribly bad
Her pretty brown eyes so sorrowfully sad
This anger is so deep within me yet
Would love revenge and have no regret
To the one who instilled this fear
Avoid me most do not come near
As for the name that doesn't fit her
She is my adorable little Scooter.
belljoye
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