dog's worn out
so are we
social buttrfly
and social bee
not our schedule,
not our cup of tea
but the golden boygod
has now discovered
the mystery of girl meets
boy ...and then runs away
only to dart back ..."wanna play"
new year new school...needs
new mates..so we opened up
the gates ...
the tuxedo rex
chose discretion, the pup
absolute valour, followed
by adoration of the...omg
these little humans will
play with me, a lot, kind....
whoopee!!!
we made nice with new faces
some wanted to play,
we be the Jones'es races
some played aloof and standoffish
those with aspiring social graces
a few came in all bluster and huff
but with first words called their own bluff
then there were those comfortable
in their skins, those who chatted
and engaged, they were not here to win,
just to meet and greet begin to know
the parent of those with whom,
their kids will grow
those who's kids come first,
those kids all running ragtag
fit to burst with energy and joy
hopefully they are the ones
that the golden god boy
chooses to team up with
for this stage of the game
but when the dust settles
and he makes his way
we will be social with who ever
cause at the end of the day
we have our friends
made on many such days
our team is big...
if some what greyer
than when we started
his is newer, brighter
and he gets to choose
win or lose..
part of the learning
as for today, all went well
no major meltdowns
no social hell
just a family worn down
and tired excepting the cat
who is now inspired
the anti social thing:
to sing to us the
"song of his people"
in an earsplitting key
and will only stop
for a sardine...or three
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 1:41 AM UTC
dog's worn out
so are we
social buttrfly
and social bee
not our schedule,
not our cup of tea
but the golden boygod
has now discovered
the mystery of girl meets
boy ...and then runs away
only to dart back ..."wanna play"
new year new school...needs
new mates..so we opened up
the gates ...
the tuxedo rex
chose discretion, the pup
absolute valour, followed
by adoration of the...omg
these little humans will
play with me, a lot, kind....
whoopee!!!
we made nice with new faces
some wanted to play,
we be the Jones'es races
some played aloof and standoffish
those with aspiring social graces
a few came in all bluster and huff
but with first words called their own bluff
then there were those comfortable
in their skins, those who chatted
and engaged, they were not here to win,
just to meet and greet begin to know
the parent of those with whom,
their kids will grow
those who's kids come first,
those kids all running ragtag
fit to burst with energy and joy
hopefully they are the ones
that the golden god boy
chooses to team up with
for this stage of the game
but when the dust settles
and he makes his way
we will be social with who ever
cause at the end of the day
we have our friends
made on many such days
our team is big...
if some what greyer
than when we started
his is newer, brighter
and he gets to choose
win or lose..
part of the learning
as for today, all went well
no major meltdowns
no social hell
just a family worn down
and tired excepting the cat
who is now inspired
the anti social thing:
to sing to us the
"song of his people"
in an earsplitting key
and will only stop
for a sardine...or three
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