A Poem: They drive me crazy sometimes

I, like many people, am a closet poet. That is where my poems remain, in a drawer, next to the closet. From time to time I am going to pull one out of that drawer and share it here. This time to show I am not merely a former poet, I will present one I wrote only hours ago.

They Drive me Crazy Sometimes

She drives me crazy sometimes

Who can win an argument with an amnesiac?

But, no one gets me like she does

She makes our house a haven

And, only laughs when my jokes are funny.

She drives me crazy sometimes

Who made her the third parent, anyways?

But, beneath that bossy boiler

Lies an artist's soul

Skipping and humming. Playful and loving.

He drives me crazy sometimes.

Who can have that many questions about Star Wars?!?

But, he is as adventurous as a pirate.

As giving as Robin Hood.

And as resourceful as Macgyver.

She drives me crazy sometimes

Who wants to be a puppy every single day?

But, she makes cuteness an art form

She's a three year old thesaurus

And she loves to ask God to help people.

They drive me crazy sometimes

But, isn't it worth the trip?

Next Time: A Place for Gloves