Bed at two, awake at ten
Our eyes are too droopy to start the day again
The pink princess is fast asleep, unmoved as a hidden forest log
I, the hostess, upset for missing my morning jog
SIGH, nothing is new under the sun
We raven-haired ladies have been friends since before twenty-one
Bed at two, awake at ten
Our eyes are too droopy to start the day again
I peek through the creak in her bedroom door like a timid rat
The sleeping beauty angers quickly at my loud tip-tap
Yet birthday adventure commences in light-hearted cheer
The merriment perpetuated with wine, you know she hates beer
Bed at two, awake at ten
Our eyes are too droopy to start the day again
Much Ado About Nothing, a steel-plated lunch, and Monticello
And conversations of suitors and disappointing fellows
Alas, we despair not for we have each other
Holidays like this, good food, and two Middle-Eastern mothers.
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