My pending heart throb…
I am not domesticated to be honest.. But this morning I felt the need to put a load of washing on (Ok, I have no clean gym pants)…
While emptying the pockets of J’s school pants I found a crumpled piece of paper in them…
I could not RESIST!.. Didnt even try!
So I opened it up carefully like a little kid unwrapping a xmas pressie…and was the one thing I most certainly did not expect!! In fact I was totally blown away with my discovery..
It was a poem!
“A Poem?” you ask.. Yes, A poem!
Upon intensive interrogation (I had a lamp aimed at his eyeballs…) it turns out it was a rough draft for a school project.
I personally think it is not bad attempt for a 13 year old boy and he has definite potential…
It is really such a boy poem though..
The skull can chatter,
but the bone can rattle.
The heart makes a sound,
That is like a pound.
With your lungs you breath,
But with your kidneys you believe…
I am just concerned that he isn’t using his kidneys in the right way…
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Cute. I found condoms in my own son’s pockets at that age. (Truly!) But he still grew up ok.
How would the infamous and mighty briget like to involve herself in a blog war going on up in the uncivilized part of the planet? You would make a great amazon warrior I think. Come read the current post at britishspeak and find out what I am talking about. This is not just a ploy to get you to make a comment. In fact DON”T comment–talk to me privately later. I want you to get involved in a publicity stunt. I am sending this message to 3 or 4 of my friends in the “right” hemisphere..
Hope your week is going well. Thanks for your help on that darn meme thing, btw. (And I DO believe you actually participated. Honest!) I am swearing off memes forever. Arrrrgh!
At least if he’s naming body parts he stayed away from penis! That would have been a truly boy poem.
ah cute!!!
just that last line… is really strange hehe
if i ever find a condom in my son’s pocket i will shuve the wrapper up his nose… oh yes
@Stef-please remember that young boys (and I speak from memory) carry condoms as a sort of “status symbol” which they think will somehow “impress” their friends. (And, oddly, it does.
) You may be sure that they make absolutely no connection between “carrying until it falls apart” and what it might be “used” for. No connection whatsoever. So rest easy if you find one in a 13 year old boy’s pocket. 
@ becauseican – thank you for your participation, such as it was. Not your fault the Canadians refused to attack. Shall we mount an offensive and cross the border ourselves?
i found a letter to a girlfriend once… i skimmed it, and i was sorry…
but the only other thing i ever find is drawings!
maybe a biology lesson is in order here…?
B–Caroline wants to know if she can put that sharp object down now. I don’t have a clue. You left in an impatient huff and didn’t really tell us what it was. We won the first battle without it anyway. What happened to you? God, you get bored easily! Do you require CONSTANT attention? If so, Max is the guy to give it to you….
Oh gosh
I’m laughing so much.
You cannot say that about his kidneys!
Mhwaahaahaa
Hahaha that’s cute!
Max -Im a lover… not a fighter.. would appear your son is too…
Tamara – He doesnt refer to it as penis.. normally it is “gonads” or “down there”… perhaps he has nicknamed that appendage “kidneys” aswell?
Stef – i am still laughing at it.. he is one very funny boy!
Max – why you talking to stef.. did i say you can talk to stef.. you want me to kick your bum boytjie?
Bridget – He is such a palooka… lol.. I am going to be checking his pockets a lot more regularly now… Will keep you all posted!
Goblin – He doesn’t think so.. says this is his serious period…
LMFAO!
Angel – lol… I will not be giving him information he doesnt ask for… I can wait!
Max – Caroline must take it home with her.. ill be by later to collect it
Thank you for coming this morning. And thank you for bringing company with you. The battles are over for a day or two at least, but there will be much celegration –and lving–while we plan our next attack. Of course you and your friend are invited. I tried to go to your friend’s blog this morning to invite her directly, but her first paragraph did Max in, and he was unable to continue reading. Please extend my invitation to the Great One to attend the victory celebration tonight, if you happen to see her. btw, both of your comments have been duly noted and MOST adequately responded to. And there will be more for you later… L)
Or…some could see that as “celebration and loving”. And I hope you are one of those who see it that way.
Hi b,
I was wondering when you are coming over to collect this sharp thingie? I am not really sure what I am supposed to be doing with it.