When I woke up this morning, my one year old was in bed with us, and was hogging up the bed. I found my self at the very edge and my back was killing me over it. I thought up this whole poem while walking from the bedroom to the bathroom. I don't know why It became about food...yes I do.
Mamma gets the middle
Or any parts she'd chose
Sister gets the big piece
(Dog gets what she doesn't use)
Brother gets the whiny part
That's the part that he whines for
Baby gets replacements
Cuz she threw hers the floor
Daddy gets the end pieces
Or what ever is left over
The family shares the best part
That's being together
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