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Sunday, March 06, 2005
A poem for James' Birthday Bash:
23 kids came bowling
23 kids made my ears ring
Passing out cake, pizza, and chips
Juice, water, and kicks (not actually)
I went directly after to get my tubes tied
Sat down in my room and cried
"Never again" I shouted with defiance
James backed away in compliance
The kids, once cute, turned ghoulish
The idea of mine felt foolish
My phone blew up with calls from tots
Who, for my brother, had the hots
I felt drowned in prepubescent drama
I didn't feel ashamed calling "Mama.."
Lil Izzy brought Napoleon Dynamite
Which we agreed was hella tight
Then I glanced the goofy grins
From the tiny mens
And saw the glow from his eyes
as James nodded "Nice."
And in the end, I knew it
The party was a giant hit.
2:29 PM
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