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.