This poem was written by a husband to his wife for their anniversary. Obviously his nickname for her was Sloopus.
“Hang On Sloopus” The year was Nineteen Hundred Eighty-One
I was hanging out having Old Style fun
Packer’s games and tailgating were my thing
Who knew what the wind was about to bringAlong came a skinny kid from way out east
Visiting her friend Holly ( Who I thought was a beast)
She drank Tickle Pink and she had a funny name
Little did I know my life would never be the sameFun in the sun, a day at the lake
You were into Rob, I was on the make
For his sister Chrissy, I thought she was cute
Till I got a load of you in a bathing suitSo I sauntered over, in my jean shorts and leather
And inquired of you if you would ever
Like to hang out with me, you know, take a Tim cruise
To which you replied “No! I’ve heard you’re bad news!”But I won you over with my wit and style
And it pissed Rob off when we went out for awhile
Yes, a whirlwind courtship of almost a decade
I liked to be sure of decisions I madeTo tell the truth I didn’t know if I should
Take a chance on love, I never thought I would
And then there you stood, face all streaked with tears
And they didn’t go away and I ignored my fearsI got out the ring I’d been sitting on for awhile
And in my most gallant and gentlemanly style
I threw it at you and said “Will this shut you up?”
And you smiled, and you nodded and you said “Yup”So in October of 90 you became my wife
And for 11 years we have built this life
I’m not easy to live with, sometimes I don’t bend
But I hope you realize you are my very best friend!You’ve given me so much through all our years
A calming force and a great set of….ears
And the greatest gift that’s really taught me about love
Is our “Pooctcho Jones” who I am still in awe ofSo hang on Sloopus, we’ve got a ticket to ride
And who knows what waits on the other side
But whatever life brings we will make it through
Because you love me and I love you!
Mothers and Daughters As long as there have been mothers and daughters
There has been the history
That these same mothers and daughters
Would somehow disagreeWhether it’s because they are so different
Or because they are the same
It really doesn’t matter
Wherein lies the blameWhat is important
Is that you know
My love for you
Continues to growAs you’ve become a wife
And now become a mother
I feel that you and I
Have grown closer to one anotherYou’re my flesh and blood, my baby girl
My confidant and friend
I’m thankful all our “storms”
Calmed down in the endAs October 29th approaches
I can hardly wait to see
What an incredible mother
You’ll turn out to be!But what really gets me going
What really makes me glow
Is that I’ll be Emerson’s grandma
And I already love him so!
Here is a invitation I wrote.
Coming up December 23rd there will be a party
To celebrate the love of Alyssa and Charlie
It will be the first Christmas these two lovebirds will share
Let’s help them decorate their tree and show them we care
Please bring an unwrapped ornament tagged with your name
So the happy couple will know from whom it came
So in all the years to come they can gaze at their tree
And think of all of you and remember fondly
What each and every one of you have brought to their lives
And how much love they are surrounded by