Family · Samuel

To My Dearest Tranky

My dearest of Tranky, thou give’st me a hope:
That you may still have but one reason,
To live life a little more longer-istly,
To that (at the first) we said, “nope”.

I do still believe that there’s one spark within,
One small spark that gives piece of mind,
One that makes me think (at least for a time),
That maybe our minds have declined.

We thought for a while, “Wow, she’s so annoying!”
And then, you made us forgive!
You made us rethink how we see, And (just maybe)
You need some extra time to live.

(Maybe) you need like a year or something,
To think ‘bout the ways that you’ve wronged us,
Or maybe you just have you sit in one spot,
And watch all us (about you) discuss.

But this stuff is all just my hypothesis,
If I were to ask, they’d all say,
“Shrammy, what the heck’s this poem, my Brew?
Have you but one nice thing to say?”

To that, I might say, well this was just a joke!
And none (but sweet Bee) might believe me.
And then I would go on and hug you, dear Tranky,
And then, I would have y’all deceive-y(d).

Just kidding! That really is not the true end!
I love you more than Notes can say.
I write out this poem to describe dear sis,
You I love at th’end of the day.

(Poor Zay!)

—Shrammy