#1 - Oct. 6, 2015, 8:56 p.m.
And this, while making sense,
Ruins my day.
You see, the kids were home yesterday
Due to a teacher workday.
They made me crazy, they yelled and fought,
They played and screamed, the husband was at work,
So their only playmate was me.
But now they're gone until 15:00
So I gleefully hopped online to loot and plunder.
But there's maintenance! Unholy maintenance!
The one and true thwarter of my only entertainment!
I tried with all my might to find another distraction;
The clothes are drying, the washer is thrashing
From being overloaded with the clothing of 3 little boys,
Though to be honest, I believe the washer is hampered by several small toys
That must have been rolled up in the blanket I added
To the load of laundry that smelled like dead rabbits.
I even stepped outside to see this light I've heard so much of.
This ball is hot and very bright
I do not like it, Blizzard Team.
I do not like those sunny beams.
I do not like it Sam I Am,
I do not like my pale skin tanned.
So Blizzard Team, I do implore,
Give me back my blood and gore.
Hurry! Hurry! Give it back!
Before the kids arrive demanding snacks!
For you see, my playtime ends at three!
When Ara the Demon Hunter is once more "Mommy"!
