4 Years

You may remember the anniversary poem that Guy wrote for me last year. Well, I got a new one this year, so before I thank him for it, I decided to post it on here. :)

One year ago when I wrote you that poem,
We had one less beast living in our home.
I questioned if a child or a dog would come next,
which you answered by sending Lola in a text.
Thus the Tarberts began rollin' four deep,
and you received scratches whilst trying to sleep.
In need of a break from our two demon pets,
you booked us a trip and we hopped on a jet.
They say, "We're the town with the great football team,"
but now that we've seen it, we know what they mean!
Perched way up high inside Raymond James,
we rooted the Stillers toward 6-time world fame!
The Disney week pales when compared to that win,
but it still was fun and I'd do it again.
Although, it was costly. Where'd we get the money?
Did you sell a kidney or do something else funny?
You quit the Sharp Edge, and, good riddance, what a crock!
Although I do miss excuses to drink Gulden Draak.
Now you answer phones, be creative, and blog,
all for the South Hills' luckiest dogs!
You're finally doing something you love.
For once your work days fit you like a glove.
Not much ahs changed for me in this past year,
just doing I.T. and sitting on my rear.
So congrats to us both, we've made it to four;
Here's to the past and to many more!

Yay for Guy the poet!