For TV dinners and lots of Fraps
My morning self won’t covet naps.
And for everything that’s in the haps
I guess all we can do is yak.
You make me smile with your rants and raves
About this stupid “bastard” state.
We love our men and we hate to wait,
But that’s just what is on our plate.
Oh, my person, you’re an answer to prayer.
On “Sedberry’s Anatomy” you’re a main player.
Right now you’re typing just over there
And I am creating a laugh we’ll share.