The following is a result of having to make Valentine Day Cards,
not only for my wonderful Farmer and children,
but also because I have always made them for my sister's little boys.
But as the boys grew,
and the number of them did also,
coming up with creative Valentines for 8 boys
often put me on the verge of insanity.
So,
please don't think that I normally sit around and do this sort of thing
all of my own enjoyment.
I have reused the bits I used for their cards
to join in Jenny Matlock's Alphabet Thursday:
the letter M.
And with that explanation,
here goes:
here goes:
(I feel slightly better now.)
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My Muse
Valentine's Day has now passed.
It was a day to show love to
those we love.
The Maiden of the Manor
needed a mite of mushiness.
After all,
she spends many moments loving her miniature mob...
often with measly mention for her mushy motions.
Moms often spend their days
monitoring mouthy, meddlesome
miniatures.
Managing those same miniatures' mouths,
making muffins of morsels to mash into them,
maintaining the medicating of them,
and the managing the mandibles
still making their mandatory movements in them.
Mom also has to monitor Dad's majestic mannerisms...
by methodically managing
her man's masculinity
with a kiss by her mushed up mouth.
After all,
Mom has spent a whole year
majoring in manual machine-like maintenance
of such a motley crew
as well as momentary members who
meander through.
Certainly,
men and miniatures measure up to some extra
muddling of most meaningful mentions on
the day of big hearts and chocolate as well.
After all,
who would we manage,
or mother,
or mind,
or make well
or mushy up on
if the
main man
or mushy up on
if the
main man
or the manually meager members
didn't need us to?
didn't need us to?
And who else would do these monstrous things with their fingers
when there is mountains of other major things to be done?
I hope you had a wonderful Valentine's Day
and got some extra mushiness.
and got some extra mushiness.