I Win

Stevo," My children are going to be messed up." ... Enough said.

I Win + Rhymin'

So last Thursday when Stevo was fast asleep,
A little bit I did creep.
Because he sat up real quick,
I wanted to see if he was sick.
I then quickly realized that he was not,
but was still sound asleep on his little cot.
So I decided to have fun as I always do,
and began to talk to him to see if he would talk too.
No vocal response did I e'er recieve,
but I had a break through on that eve;
"Open!" I proclaimed,
and I saw his eyes shoot open as if they were tamed.
I then shouted for them to immediately close,
they obeyed. Was it magic or what not, who knows?
This went on for a while, "Open, Close, Open, Close!"
but all fun has to end and he went into a deeper doze.
If you are a doubter that does suppose
that this is a poem made purely for prose,
Then ask my dear friend Joel down the hall
 whom I told after this all did befall.
He will vouch for me and he also gave me a thought
to next time record it on my cell phone I just bought.
With that I'll leave you til the next time,
I might just brighten this blog with another rhyme.

-an original poem by Danny Myers

Uh Oh

Stevo,"I am going to hit you." What did I do?????