Kelsey!

Before I head off to the land of sleepysleepy time (known to our dog Suzie as beddyboo), I thought that I would share a little poem with you.  I’m just kidding.  I can’t write poetry.  Although, I did take a poetry class in high school that I really did enjoy, but I mostly enjoyed it for the attempts at poetry that were displayed every time it came for us to present what we had been working on.

In particular, there was a young man (he was the same age as me, but for the sake of the story he will be known as a young man) that wasn’t the most poetic dude that you could meet.  In all reality, I do believe he was in this class because he though that is was going to be an easy ride…not too much work.  What I don’t think he anticipated were the weekly readings we would have to give of what we had written.  The way this worked is that the day before, we would give a typed copy (and yes, we used typewriters – these were the early nineties, only millionaires had computers) to our instructor, they would be copied off and put together, and upon entrance to the class the next day we would be given this packet.

His poem, that week, was an earnest attempt at conveying the love he had for his lady.  It was titled, ‘My Sweatheart’…yes, you got that right…’Sweatheart.’  As in a sweaty heart.  As I said, this was pre-computer and pre spell-check.  What could have been a lovely poem instead became – in my mind at least – some sort of a torrid poem about sweaty hearts.  Just how does a heart sweat?  Would you every say to somebody, ‘My heart sweats for you’?  So many questions were raised that day, and have never really been fully answered.

I suppose you are asking, what does this have to do with Kelsey, aren’t you.  Well, nothing.  On second thought, if I thought for a second that I had the ability to compose a poem, I would do so for Kelsey, because that’s just how totally out of this world awesome she was to work with!  Truly, she was mad-good.  And I haven’t used that expression for at least ten years.  Unfortunately, after witnessing the Hindenberg that was ‘My Sweatheart’, I have made a vow to never even attempt poetry, unless it is a limerick.  But that’s another story.

This story, my good friends, has come to an end.  We need to sit back, relax, give MuchLove & ManyThanks to Kelsey for being so awesome, and – Enjoy!

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