Ode to Aunty
There once was a lady named Aunty
(well, actually it was Shirin.)
She was the greatest of people -
The nicest that you've ever seen.
She had hair like a superhero
Mrs. Incredible, true
And she knits fantastic creations
In colors of very bright hue.
But the reason I love my Aunty
Is not for her physical face
But the glorious strenght of her character
That helps me run this race.
Ode to Sophie
Sophie is my opposite
In almost every way
She's tall and blond and gorgeous
And seems to know what to say.
And though we're very different,
I'm happy that I can say
That we're still (happ'ly) friends
In simply every way.
So... my odes are lame-duck. I said they would be 'creative'. I didn't specify how. I really need to work on my rhyming poetry. I like sestinas so much better. Am I rambling? Maybe I should sign off for now. I hope the next post will be my thoughts on St. Francis and how amazing he is. Seriously, I wish I knew him.
In pursuit of glory,
Catey
