Growing up with my parents was sometimes like that Drew Carey improv show, "Who's Line Is It Anyway?" with songs and random poems being created on the fly.
When I started dating Jeff, I sent him this poem. Who says the way to man's heart is through his stomach? God knows, my Crock Pot Lasagne didn't work.
Love Poem for Jeffrey L Harrison
Jeffie Pooh, Jeffie Pooh
All I do is think of you.
When I'm trying to eat lunch
I think of you a whole bunch.
When I'm trying to do work
My mind's a fuzzy, messy murk.
Oh, what is a poor brain to do
When it is full of Jeffie Pooh?
-- Connie Parker Harrison
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