Sunday, January 5, 2014
For those of us who have holiday In-law and Outlaw Stories
In Laws and Outlaws; Apologia to my Sister in Law An apology is begging To issue from my lips, It seems that in some circles, You’ve seen me as remiss. So with heartfelt effusion, Accept these humbled lines, Dear Sister, Please Remember, Only Bards can be sublime: Chorus: I’m sorry you married my brother. I’m sorry your boobs aren’t real. I’m sorry your mother’s psychotic. I’m sorry y our dad is a Heel. I’m sorry you ran out of Zima. I’m sorry you look like a witch. I’m gladder, though now, More than ever, That I managed to call you ---- Well, really, it actually rhymes well with Itch.