Why I Don’t Have Time To Write

In honor of the holidays, I’d like to post something I wrote a few years ago. The hypothetical situations have changed a bit. My child’s a little older now. Things like dirty diapers would no longer apply. But I still can identify with the spirit of this piece though. I’m sure some of my fellow writers can too. Without further adieu, here’s …



Why I Don’t Have Time To Write

(Sung to the tune “Deck the Halls”)


Baby’s playing with paint thinner

Fa La La La La La La La La


Worked all day, now cooking dinner

Fa La La La La La La La La


Toilet’s backed up, what a mess

Fa La La La La La La La La


Daughter flushed her Christmas dress

Fa La La La La La La La La


Dirty diaper, really reeking

Fa La La La La La La La La


Sink and bathtub both are leaking

Fa La La La La La La La La


But bubble gum has many uses

Fa La La La La La La La La


At least I’ve written my excuses

Fa La La La La, La- La -La -La



May all of you have a safe, happy, wonderful, time this holiday season.


Peace,

Kevin