The Love Triangle: a Poem by The Maven
Writing's not something I've done much of late,
And as to why there is no debate,
I see Creativity in my backseat,
Making out with Free Time - (voyeurism is neat!)
Neither of them even bothers with me,
While I'm too stressed to think and too busy to pee,
My trust in their friendships has been violated,
Our relationship status? "It's Complicated"
Tae Kwon Do, Cross Country, run this way and that,
Here! Grab your schoolbag! Please wear a hat!
It's not that I don't want to sit down and write,
But herding my gremlins is always a fight
Wee demons throw wrenches into my down time,
They're loud and they're needy and boy can they whine!
And just as I sit on my fanny to post,
They scream from the kitchen "Mom, make me some toast?"
Imagine: them wanting some food on a plate,
Blogging or cooking: Where's the debate?
But mothering guilt starts to seep from within,
Taking time to myself is like living in sin
I truly thought when I had no more babies,
I'd stop running around like a chipmunk with rabies,
But it seems to get crazier most every week,
So much coffee gets guzzled that I start to tweak
"Where's the new post?" asked in an earnest attempt,
To get me to write before you feel verklempt,
And I know that you wait and keep clicking "reload",
Hoping my blog oats will finally be sowed
So here is a poem 'cuz I throw these off easy,
They're so quick and dirty I feel a bit sleazy,
Which suits as I jump in the back with Free Time,
And Creatively finish this up with a rhyme