ode to clifford joe

today is cliff's birthday and we celebrated with hot wings, chocolate cake and fireworks. in honor of his birthday i am including a poem written by his mom. i think it perfectly sums up the joys of raising a boy.

Ode to Clifford Joe

As I sit here alone

I wait on the dryer

I'm playing a game

And starting to tire.

What's that I smell?

Invading my lair

So pungent, so vile

Polluting my air.

I search left and right

I look high and low

That's when I see it

Right by my toe.

How could something so small

And from a boy so sweet

Provide indisputable proof

That he has rotten feet?

My cries of dismay

Cause my puppies to flock

Around the source of the odor

Clifford Joe's SOCK!