Let’s Hope it’s the Thought that Counts
It’s time for me to get you a gift
And it’d better be good if I don’t want a rift
But …
(A word for which I am such a glut)
What about that certain phrase
That we relied upon in younger days
Presenting to a parent a glob of paint
Which would then be praised like a patron saint
Now adulthood is here
(I say with a 3-weeks of vacation a year-sneer)
The glob of paint just won’t do
So now what am I supposed to get for you?
You’re beautiful, you’re wonderful, and I can’t hold you close enough
It’s just I don’t know how to say that with “stuff”
I promise I’ll try though
Until the point where I give up, grab something shiny and angrily say “geez like I know!”
There’s a chance you’ll see my gift and want to pounce
So let’s hope it’s the thought that counts
DumbFunnery 