A New Journey
Whattup Buccaneers, Rascals, and Scallywags, I promise I have a really great excuse for why I didn't send an email last week. My last P-day consisted of: -Talking to my family -Negotiating with the young single adults in our ward so that our new pirate ship could have a unicorn figurehead and I could be the captain of our pirate band -Watching the Chosen (season 3 is fire you guys) So unfortunately that did not give time to write the epic thesis paper of an email I had planned. But to make it up to you guys, I present the following poem I composed to reflect my experience of the last week: 8 Days Based on actual events On the first day the labors end and arrive the adverts singing Of cheese and chocolate; pizza to vend so it's ordered, and delivery comes ringing The second day, leftovers suffice To eat in morning and afternoon But without member lunch, extra money piles up So the third day we get pizza too The fourth day arrives, once again ride the tide Of yesterday's chil...