Spence started two thousand eleven
With three weeks of winter break heaven
Then
he went back to class
And
busted his *ss
Aly’s office is where you should be
For advice on a post grad degree
Call
and you’ll hear her voice
No
matter your choice
J.D., D.D.S., or M.D.
This year we got Spence a new cell
His phone worked but was beaten to h*ll
It’d
been through the wash twice
But
recovered in rice
Since ’06 it has served him so well
Spence went to the coast with John Giles
To swim, bike, and run a few miles
He threw
up in the bay
But
finished ok
Thanks to John’s help, and Aly’s, and Kyle’s
In May Spenny hung up his Brooks
And went back to hitting the books
Exams
made him sob
Then
he took a job
Helping prosecute gang-banging crooks
In June Matt gave Moses a ring
We flew in to see the whole thing
‘Twas
unseason’bly cold
And
we loved to hold
Sweet Sofie and Lucy and King
Mandy’s man had a certain mystique
He loved unicorns but wasn’t a geek
Their
wedding was hot
And
we ate a lot
Of food with the theme "backyard chic"
In the summer we tried to keep cool
Amy taught kids to swim at her pool
Thomas
worked through the night
Made
the subs get it right
Aly got students into med school
Went to Flagstaff with Kyle and Ash
At the market we spent all our cash
We
bought a few pickles
And
stayed at the Nichols’
Went offroading and tried not to crash
Morning sickness began to annoy
Then we learned of our bundle of joy
Didn’t
think of girl names
We’d
settled on James
Long before we knew he was a boy
Thanksgiving began with a race
A human-sized turkey to chase
The
turkey Matt beat
And
we did retreat
Home to stuff everyone’s face
Spence ended two thousand eleven
In a tense ping pong showdown with Devin
He’d
flown home to DC
Yes,
Liza’s wedding to see
But mostly for one best-of-seven
The year’s over, and so is this song
We hope that it wasn’t too long
They
say next year’s our last
So
let’s make it a blast
And hope that those Maya were wrong!
Happy 2012!
