“My Rules” (a poem by Shel Silverstein):
“If you want to marry me, here’s what you’ll have to do:
You must learn how to make a perfect chicken- dumpling stew.
And you must sew my holey socks,
And soothe my troubled mind,
And develop a knack for scratching my back,
And keep my shoes spotlessly shined.
And while I rest you must rake up the leaves,
And when it is hailing and snowing
You must shovel the walk…and be still when I talk,
And – hey – where are you going?”
Ben Taylor 