A Poet Who Didn't Know It

Here's a poem I wrote about Mackay a while ago.  Not sure if I posted it here, but I didn't want to lose it so here it is again, just in case:

Mackay Moo Moo, number two
  Runs faster than a Subaru.
More stylish than a Scottish Kilt,
  He's a Mack, no Peterbuilt.
Voracious reader--tears through books,
  Drops dimes from three without a look
Brains and braun, worst feet you've smelt
  Kid crushes boards, a sick black belt
Mack, you are tops--number one;
  I'm so grateful you are my son.


Quote of the day overheard from David as he was walking out of the house on the way to church.  The funny thing is that it was said a type of introspectional realization:
"You know what's funny?  I can beat Brigham up as the baby Brother."