‘Twas the night before…a day just like any other, and all through the house
Not a Simptom was stirring, not even these guys in the room with walls down…
“..zzZZZzz….me paint pretty one day….zzzzZZZZZZ….”
“..zzZZZzz…I hope that Michael jerk gets blown to the moon….ZZZZZZ…”
That day, Kurtis learned Sim-fu with care…
While this portal did weird things to dear Sara’s hair.
When out on the porch, there appeared such a spatter…
Sara jumped from her bed to see what was the matter!
“….zzzzz….my awesome paintings will go in people’s scrapbooking boxes one day…..zzz.”
“Oh God…I don’t know what’s making me feel more sick…your horrific rhyming scheme or Kurtis’s horrific excuse for a painting!”
On behalf of both myself and Kurtis, I would just like to say: Rude.
“Can’t hear you, gotta go blow some chunks now!”
Away through the door Sara flew like a flash!
Was stalled by the staircase, but continued her dash…
Madly outside to the restroom upstairs,
While visions of toilet bowls danced under her hairs.
The moon on the glaze of the white bathroom tile
Was just not enough to make Sara smile.
But I just heard her say, as she dropped out of sight…
Erm….never mind. Let’s just leave her to it.