My neighbor is having a baby. A girl baby to be more specific. She already has three girls, however, her youngest is 7, so a group of us in the neighborhood decided to throw her a baby shower. Plus, this is the first time we, as a group of friends, will be welcoming a new little bundle...clearly a party is in order!
I volunteered to do the invitations. I enjoy doing invitations and I think I have a bit of a knack for it (please ignore that sound, it is just the sound of me tooting of my own horn nothing to worry about). I like to make up a verse about the occasion for the invitation, only for this invitation I have been struggling just a touch with my wording. I asked my husband to help me, and he promised by the end of the weekend we would have it finished and ready to go. Today is Monday, and the verse is not complete. As I was walking out the door to take my daughter to school, I reminded him of his promise. As luck would have it, I needed to stop back home before going to the office. When I walked in, my husband handed me a piece of paper with a verse on it.
This is what it said:
" The girls will soon have a baby sis
and the whole family will be in bliss
as the number goes from 5 to 6
watchout world 'cause here comes the 'the sis', yo! ;)
I suck at this there's no doubt
it sounds like I'm rhymin" with gout
I'm like a bad rapper in da hood
I'm lively but my chops are no good!!
welcome da sista next do'
she ain't no regula ho'
she's a cutie that's fo sho'
so show respect ya know?
Yo, peace out."
I laughed until I cried, which is always a bonus on a Monday morning!