'Twas the night before vacay, when all through the house
Not a little boy was stirring, just a wife and her spouse;
The beach bags were packed by the doorway with care,
In hopes that the Cape Cod weather would be fair;
The boyz were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of whiffle ball danced in their heads.
Don't fret though! While I am away, I have given a few special gals the keys to the Trenches.
So you'll know what's going on if you happen to see these lovely ladies raiding my liquor cabinet or swinging from the chandeliers in the Trenches while I'm gone.
P.S. Did you leave a comment for my book giveaway yet?