The Daily Travesty

Oh Becky, dear Becky,

My beautiful wife,

Not unlike a fireball

You light up my life

By destroying the minions

Of boredom and blech,

All while making my lunches

And fixing my tech.

Some men are boastful

Of “bagging a 10”

But I think they should think

Of thinking again

For the 10’s of the world

Are numerous and plenty

Unlike you, my Becky,

My natural twenty.

I once had the gift

Of unlimited rhymes;

Now I cantrip you foot rubs

Unlimited times.

I can no longer go

Through a short or long rest

Without recalling reasons

Why you are the best.

Sometimes you don’t think so

And deny that you’re swell

To which I respond

With a swift counterspell.

Not unlike Oloro,

Whether present or not,

You made my life grow

From alone to a lot.

So thanks for forgiving

My photos so blurry,

For casting aside

Your long-distance worry,

For accepting my ring

And my oddness galore.

Now onward to love

For a few decades more!