Makin' Whoopee...

Thank you, Dollar Store, 

for bringing whoops and gutteral laughter 

to our house, 

one gassy spurp at a time...

Dear Whoopee,

How do I love thee?

Let me count thy ways...

I love thee to the anticipation, the sound and glee

My soul can feel, when I might want to flee,

For the ends of decorum and ideal grace

I love thee to the squeal of a child's laughing face

Most desperate her need to eek out delight,

I love thee freely, as children strive for smarts,

I love thee purely as they create your farts

I love thee with their passions put to use,

In my exhaustion and with my childhood's faith,

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With remembrance, I love thy splurp

Smiles, giggles and with a gleam in my eye,

I will love thy audibles and thy fanny burp! 

Have a great weekend!