Ode to my SF

Did you know that you can get free e-mail addresses from sexmagnet.com? I didn’t know this until this whole SF thing started and I discovered my personal Momwriter SF is a sex magnet. Or rather, her e-mail address ends with sexmagnet. I wonder if idiot@sexmagnet.com is taken?

Anywho…

I have been having so much fun this time around with SFs. I have a great SF and I am a SF to a very great person too – she even wrote me a cheesy poem, because I just had to introduce the fact that all SFs should write cheesy poems. You didn’t know that?

I’ve also discovered my SF reads my blog. Or at least she has since she became my SF. So Hello SF!!! And she sent me roses! A beautiful minibush that I’ll be sure to plant outside (and not kill) when all the dangers of flooding passes. And yummy chocolate truffles. Delish, I’m sure!

So here is yet another cheesy poem, and this one for my entire blogging audience (all 2 of you)….

Oprah Dear
You Bring me Cheer

Last Saturday was so gray
And your card made my day

I learned two things reading your greetings
One: I am not a expert in handwriting
Two: They really do make a card for everything

Who knew Hallmark could chime
Secret pal of mine

OK, so it wasn’t made by Hallmark
But really there’s no need to bark

Which brings me to yesterday
Which was a long dreary workday

I arrived home at sixish
Tired and a bit, shall we say, witch-ish

When what to my wondering eyes did I see
A package on the table just for me

So I just had to say for all to see
I have a great SF and she’s just for me!

End Cheesy Poem

And now everyone knows why I don’t write poetry for a living.