Drivel and Whatnot

Last night, as I was listening to the boys tear apart the furniture in one of their nightly cage matches, this poem suddenly popped into my head:

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Which made me realize two things:

1. I have and always will love Shel Silverstein.

2. The boys would only stop fighting long enough to roll their eyes at me if I recited this poem to them.

I feel sorry for the furniture.