I'm worried I'll run out of things to say.
There's only so much I can rhyme with "day".
If I want ways of showing off my pique,
I'll have to get to work on my technique.
On Thursday night She travels out of town.
She'll be there up until the sun goes down
On Sunday. I'll have three days as a dad
Without distraction. I admit I'm glad
To have the time. The holidays were tough,
Just making sure the kids got all the stuff
They wanted, all wrapped up, for Christmas morn.
When all was said and done, and wrappers torn,
And paper carnage strewn across the floor,
And both kids satiated, wanting more,
The toys were all at Her house. Santa Claus
Had usurped giving, and dismissed my cause.


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