Heh-heh. I'm feeling a little evil this morning so bear with me ok?
T'was the school morning before Christmas and all I could hear:
"Just get in the car, I gotta to go to work and be of good cheer!"
(How a shrew can be of good cheer is beyond me.)
The twinkling of lights on a cold winter's night--
are ALWAYS interrupted by the screams of a fight.
When out on the lawn one day I heard such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear?
A mean old glare that was definitely NOT dear!
I asked the old hag "What was the matter?"
She threw up her hands and started the chatter.
"This is this and that is that--"
"I will always hate you and that is a fact."
I looked and searched in the shrew's eyes and asked--
"Why all the rudeness and lack of Christmas cheer?"
She just looked at me and cackled like the sound of a witch--
'Cause we all know that I live next door to a big nasty b@#ch.
(LOL. I told you I'm feeling evil. heh-heh.)
"I don't know you and you don't know me--"
"But it appears that you have lost the key."
The shrew looked up at me all puzzled inside.
"The key to happiness," I replied.
"Is all you need before you die."
The shrew just yelled her squealy screams and said,
"Where oh where can I find this gladness you speak of?"
"It's in the laughter of your children."
It's in the tears of a stranger."
"It's in the sound of the rain on a cold winter's night."
"It's being grateful for what you have and NOT for what the Jones's have."
"It's in this whole wide world we live in."
"Life is beautiful, and I my friend are glad I live in this beautiful, beautiful world."
"Hogwash." she says, and walks off.
It just goes to show you--
Sometimes you can NEVER change the path of a shrew.
(This silly poem was thought up by me when I walked my second daughter to the bus stop. It may or may not have been actually depicted actual events. Any similarity is purely coincidental.)