happy anniversary my love
oh what a fit, a metaphorical glove
the plans of the day were to be jolly
enough happy to carry with a dolly
too bad that load is instead made of poop
and we each got served a big brown scoop
the day started rainy and cold
premonition to what the day would hold
long-waited news finally arrived
it’s detriment to us can be survived
but oh what a bummer, a knock to the head
we will hang on, if only by a thread
stuck in our rut of patterns the same
its not a bad life, no need for shame
we were looking for our hopes to be higher
you say you’re content, i would call you a liar
back to the grind till the next window
maybe some insurance because of a tornado
together we will get thru anything
connected by that invisible string
if one of us falls and pulls that string tight
the other is there to pull them upright
i love you still 6 years later
you cant get rid of me without making a crater.
love you.