It's the end of the week that crept up on me.
The week just passed, revealed great change.
Foretold in the stars.
Ha ha.
Stars were just a stroke of *******.
I knew  that he was on the way.
The only thing that they got right  was that it could be any day.
In a fireball of light and a ****** lot of noise,
Was presented with a rather noisy baby boy.
I'm torn because, tomorrow I shall go.
To the land of heavenly work.
My God, I almost pray for snow.
Where, all the bus drivers cuss, because the roads are all impassable.
I beg dear Lord the train can't run.
As work is nowhere near such fun.
I am in fact allergic to snow.
My excuse,I really just don't like it.
I have rubber legs when there's no snow.
Snow on the deck, great excuse not to go!
Baby boy,
Grandma doesn't even want to miss a thing!
(c) Livvi