Lunchtime Poetry: By Greg

At lunch today Greg penned this poem on a piece of scratch paper and gifted it to me as I ate my cottage chese:

Surly Ray

Surly Ray was upset today
Kids, you see, were getting in her way
Keeping all her age appropriate learning activities at bay
It’s her husband, she would say,
who was the problem on this day,
reading books on the couch, he would lay

So frustrated she would say
was why the only sputtered, understood word was “HEY!”
Out the door, into the fray
to the library she made her way
among the books and librarians to order her day

And that’s Surly Ray.

Needless to say, I’d been a bit grouchy, chasing The Banana around and trying to accomplish about 67 other things at the same time before lunch. After lunch I DID tromp out into the snow and walk to Sarah’s school, where I spent a glorious afternoon shelving books in the school library. Oh, do I love that dewey decimal system. I only wish my own school library had so many wonderful books. I was in much brighter spirits when I returned home in the late afternoon.