The Family I Lived With

While at Ames, Iowa, I was graciously hosted by a very lovely family of Mark and Michaela Roush. I hold them very special to my heart because of the love that each of them showered. So here is a fair description of them in mad rhyme:

I was first welcomed by Michaela Roush
who is Mark's dearest and only spoush
I was never hampered
and always pampered
with 4 kids, 3 cats and 2 dogs in the housh

The petite toddler was the one called Quinn

When she demanded anything it was always to win

Fulfilling her dreams

By unnatural screams

Pray, God's mercy, she did not have a twin.

When Alexander came, the world was hellenized

But in the Roush's world it was simply Kellenized

This amazing bubble

Who had no trouble

In crawling around so melonized

Tanith, the eldest, played with colors and pens

And stuck to me as if I was her mother hen

With pictures and cards

For this pathetic bard

Who was just passing by, like a fluttering wren.

Kale the hale, was the only boy

When I first met him, he was very coy

His favorite Mjolnir

Swung with a whirr

He was the only one with different toys

Michaela, the mom, was beautifully thin

Her jeans were always torn at the shins

Her looks always dazzled

But the kids kept her frazzled

From morning to nite with their incessant whims

Mark, the dad, was placidly cool

Ready as a beaver, with any kind of tool

Patient and kind

And fruitful in mind

Handsome, hunky, ineligible to drool

One of the days I fell terribly ill and so --

I dunno if it was the jet-lag's clamp

To send my stomach into severe cramps

So I bore my cross

And purged the dross

And endured the night like an olympian champ!