Ode to Michael Cassio

Oh woe is me, for on this day,
My dearest friend has passed away.
A fearless soul who's silent might,
Made each and every day so bright.

He hovered still above each soul,
His beating wings did heavens extol.
His straight and sure proboscis might,
Kept all from fear and banished fright.

He ne'er spoke ill of any one
and brought about much joy and fun.
He, like a ray lit all our lands.
Till he was juiced, 'twixt Tisha's hands.

Yes, she killed him... She will most likely be eternally damned.

No offense Tish...yeah, not true... you offended mother nature...and Michael.

Obituary:
It turns out Michael was a bee fly. A darn [randi can use her word] good one at that. He joined us for lunch every day. For the first time on May 8th he graced us with his eternal presence. He would chase away other bugs that sought us harm and he would play games with us. His cute fuzzy body may be gone, but his gigantic proboscis soul will forever live on. Goodbye Michael Cassio.

Vans with No Socks

There are few things in life, that feeling so grand,
Like dancing in rain, or your toes in the sand.
There are few things to do that make you feel glad,
like taking a hike or things never had.

There are things that we eat, no matter their health,
and there're things that we pay for, despite lack of wealth.
There are places we go, or people we see,
that cannot compare to feeling so free.

So here's how it goes, here's what I say,
I wish I could do it all hours every day.
Comparable to wind flowing through curly locks,
Is the feeling of wearing my vans...with no socks.

Randi and I were sitting in American Government not listening as always and she said something about how happy she was to be wearing Vans with No Socks and I thought to myself: "That sounds like a fabulous poem title." So I spent the next 2 minutes of American Government writing about the beauty of wearing vans...with no socks.