Family poem

I came across a pile of old papers this evening and found this silly little poem among them that made me laugh. I was probably sixteen when I wrote it, as it was among some journal entries written at that time.

My mother, whose name will be Julie
Is the best person, really and truly
She tries to be nice, which she gives me advice
And I listen to her, really and truly.

My mother is married to Jack
All he wants to do is hit the sack
But he works at his store, and he makes more and more
That poor man of my mother's named Jack.

I have a young brother named Casey
Who is chubby, selfish and lazy
I don't really mean it, and you could have forseen it --
He's a great little brother, my Casey.

I also have a brother named Ian
Who, someday, will truly be fleein'
'Cause he jokes and he teases, "I'm a weirdo," so he says,
I pity my brother named Ian.

I have a young sister - she's Karen
Who I see is ready and rarin'
To have a new phone, all of her own
That talkative sister named Karen.

An there's Andrea, who happens to be smallest
Who knows, maybe someday she'll be tallest!
She can be happy or sad - her mood changes aren't bad
For a kid who happens to be smallest.

And we have a dog - he is Kelly
Who has a rapidly growing belly
We feed him with food that he this is good
It's all people food, it's disgusting for Kelly.

LOL...Elizabeth Barrett Browning, I ain't ;-)

Faery King

A bed for you of thistle down
and moonbeams' light shall be your crown
with gems of dew adorning there
and combs of feather for your hair

A blanket of the orchid's bloom
still scented with her sweet perfume
and pillows softer than the breast
of mother sparrow on her nest

Lie gently there my shining king
secure from viper's wandering
the faery ring hides us from harm
and crickets stand to ring alarm

Your imps are safely in their bowers
pixies perch atop their towers
they sing soft hymns to help you sleep
and watch the stealthy beetles creep

So we are safe, my king, my lord
all night for love we can afford
I shall bestow my gifts on you
To prove my throth is strong and true

A thousand kisses I have saved
and give them with my heart enslaved
see how my wings unfurl with lust
and quiver off their faery dust

It falls in showers round your head
so to my spell you're meekly led
I make of you a living throne
my vassal now, you are my drone

Now sleep my precious tired sprite
the birds will wake you when it's light
so you can govern once again
but I'll watch o'er you until then

-- by Patti

(written circa 1999, posted now just cuz)