So many places he could be hiding
Especially since he was such a small tike
And she made sure to count to one hundred out loud
Ready or not, here I come!
Couple of minutes later he came out of his spot and wondered what happened
Her giggles gave away the fact that she never decided to…
Watching time crawl slowly past
And wondering why you are not here
It drives me crazy as I count the seconds
To when I can join you in heaven
Count them. Twenty-two. Read ’em and weep.
And that means you busted. You lost.
That’s not right. You speak of deceptions. I always win. I’m a winner
Can you follow the rules just this once? You don’t always have to win
Ha! That’s how a loser speaks. I won’t fall for your trap!
Count me as one of the choir nerds
Looking on with envy at the cool kids over there
It kind of wants to make me gag
Questioning why it couldn’t be me
Until some orchestra kid tries to sit at our table
Even us choir nerds have standards
When sitting down in front of her computer
Olivia began her daily penance
Dancing on the keyboard
Crafting new realms from the ether
Outpouring her imagination onto the page
Until she felt she could write no more that day
Nanowrimo would push her to become the writer she wanted to be
That or break her will to write till New Years.
Cap and gown in hand
Our time together comes to a close
Now we release you into the world
Going forth, knowing more of who you are
Reaching for a potential you are just beginning to sense
Always be aware of those around you
Try to make your actions count
Strive to be the change you wish to see
Creepy dude in aisle four
Obviously is a few cards short of a full deck
Unless it is normal to keep inventorying the cat food cans
Now I think his outfit is dope,
The cape is fly, but the laughter after each number….