La-dee-dah-dee, We Likes to Party
I couldn’t bring myself to take the night off, so I’m going an old school on you. Yup, it’s poem time! Gigi was up, so bright and so early, Her hair looking crazy, her hair looking curly, You’d think it was Christmas, there’d be no more waiting, She grabbed her new unicorn and paints for painting. So what if the candy she’d earned now was gone, Save for the Reese’s that Dad shared with Mom. I still wanted... Read More
