March Missive

He asked & asked, but I said NO. I should have put it in writing!
'Cause somehow he convinced me, now my nails I can't stop biting.
I'm pretty sure he drugged me, why else would I agree?
To let him buy a red fast bike; a Honda Seven-Fifty?
If anyone deserves it, it's the father of our kiddo.
But I told him I will kill him, if he makes me a widow.

Deacon's learned some painful tricks, he's such a little vandal.
He lifts my shirt, bares his teeth, and BITES on my love handle!
He too, has had some pain, and it makes my face go pale.
He cut his hand, has a shiner, and almost lost a toenail.
I'd like to say it all happened, under daddy's watchful eye.
But if you guess who took the pics, you know that is a lie.

He tripped while walking and hit his eye, dropped a can of corn on his toe, and grabbed his formula lid from the trash and cut his finger.

I went to the dry-pack cannery, to volunteer one night.
I didn't get "the memo" and was met with quite a sight---
Everyone had a partner (the one for "all eternity")
I guess it was Mormon Date Night, for everyone but me.
We sorted beans, and rice, and oats. We packed a ton of wheat.

I rocked that required hairnet, with booties on my feet.