B is for Boys
All the Boys in my life.
The Big and the Bairn
the Beau and the Bygone,
in a Brown Booth at Boston Pizza.
B is for Birthdays.
A Book and a Ballcap,
A cat named Ben,
and a Bored little Brother.
B is for Blessed.
Because that's how I feel when I look at my Boy
Who just turned 14 – much too old for a toy.
B is also for Barf.
It happens, they say,
when too many Shirley Temples
are imbibed in one day.
