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Friday, April 30, 2010

Vegas Solo

O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy work trip to Vegas (you cad!)
Or, if thou wilt not, take me with you
And I'll no longer be a shrew

'Tis but a mystery why you scratched my name off of your packing list (I thought that was clever)
'Tis my current life that gives me pain - sick child at home
I long for fruity umbrella'd drinks by the pool
Sleeping in, in a room that does not have a short, blond stowaway at my feet

O, swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon
That monthly changes in her circle orb
Lest your return prove likewise variable

Instead, swear that you will return with a bow wrapped package
Do not return with Southwest peanuts like that one voyage
Nay, just return - we are missing you here!


Shenanigans said...

Tis very clever indeed, Weary Madam!

Crazy Cathcart said...

Very clever! Oh and Michael leaves us for Vegas in July...I'm saddend (sp?) that I will not be joining him...*sigh*

Scott said...

Methinks the lady doth protest too much.

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