18 hours ago
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
28 years of Nick...
You kick me off the bed when I curl up on your side;
You kick me off your trousers when I curl up on them
after you've folded them neatly on the dresser for reuse the next day.
You swear when my furs get on your clothes
and make your eyes water and itch.
You spray me with water when I sing you songs in the middle of the night;
You prefer not to feed me because 'it encourages me'.
But deep down, I know that you love me
because you let me come and live with you in the first place;
and sometimes you play Stringplay with me
and Attack of the Blue Feather
and you change the lyrics to popular songs
so that they are about me
and because we are Kate's boys.
Happy 28th birthday, Nick!
[EDITORIAL NOTE: Nick made the point that he doesn't swear when my furs stick on his clothes, he said that he 'might say (with an upward, pleading inflection) "man", or even "sigh" '. I don't think he's ever heard of poetic license. Mick and Marilyn, I think you might need to teach him a thing or two!]