Nicky’s Rap

#3 (son, that is.  We often refer to our boys by their birth-order.  It started years ago when the eldest was proclaiming that he was #1.  His brothers started calling him #1 and it just spread) is a Junior at Wando High School.  Since I’m one of the earliest risers in the family I make the boy’s lunch every morning, which, in all honesty, I enjoy.  Over the years I’ve added treats like raw eggs, uncooked potatoes, a bag of gravel, etc. – just stuff to make them wonder.  Another regular feature is that for those who have hit High School (the age my boys have graduated from a lunchbox/bag to a brown paper bag) I often write a poem, or draw a picture, on their brown lunch bag – lunch bag art, if you will (and nothing says, “cool” in a High School cafeteria like a personal message from your Dad for all to see).  Anyway, this morning I wrote one of my better pieces, in my humble opinion.  I actually overslept (wiped out getting ready for #1′s wedding this weekend and I picked up #2 who flew in from London just after Midnight ) and #3 burst into our bedroom, panicked, asking, “where’s my wrap.”  So, here’s what I wrote on his bag (of course, in your mind you have to have the rhythm, the beatbox, the scratching and the chorus chiming in on the “hey” to get the full affect):

Nicky’s Rap

Hamburger, hotdog, pizza and more (hey)

Doesn’t matter what it is get the boy out the door (hey)

Nicky’s the name and school makes him smart (hey)

Mom & Dad up early doin’ their part (hey)

Gotta get good grades if you wanna have a life (hey)

The better they are, the better the wife (hey)

7.45 – it’s past time to go (hey)

Gotta get out the door – gotta get to Wando (hey)