Honey, you know I'm not much for writin'. I'm more of a lawn mowin' man than a poem writer. While I was out mowin', though, I started thinkin'. You and me, honey, we're like one of those chains, you know, the kind they put on cieling fans. They're like a bunch of little hollow metal balls hooked together with little links. The links have little balls on the end of them, and the little hollow metal balls are wrapped around the little balls on the ends of the little links, so they can't come out. It's a pretty good system, really, because the links can rotate and move around but the little balls on the end of the links won't fit through the openings on the hollow balls, so it all holds together. You know the kind of chain I'm talkin about, right? They use them on cieling fans? You know? Well, anyway, we're like those chains. Except, the fan manufacturers only put a little short length of chain on the fan itself, so you have to get an extension so you can reach the chain. Well, I mean, I can reach it without the extension, except in the living room, where the cielings are too high. But you and the kids, and me in the living room, have to have an extension to reach the chain. So, you're like the extension. You're a pretty one, with a little crystal ball on the end or something like that. And me? I'm that little short chain installed by the manufacturer. And, here's the good part, our love is like the little brass clasp thing that hooks the extension to the fan chain. You know what I mean? Those little clasps with the bean shaped opening on one side? You slide the last ball from the end of one chain into one end of the clasp and the last little ball from the other end, the extension, that's you, into the other end of the clasp. It holds the ball like the hollow balls hold the little balls on the end of the links between them. So, that clasp thing is like our love. It's what holds us together. You know?
Now, I know that some people could make fun of that. I've already thought of how I would make fun of it. I mean, I could act like I was calling you a ball and chain. Or, like, I could say you have me by the balls, or something. Plus, you know, I said I was the "short" chain on the fan. So, you know, it could be like a dick joke, about having a small dick. I've already thought about all of that. So, I know it's kinda dumb. But, still, you know what I mean. Plus I think the clasp holding us together like our love is kinda cool, like a poem or something, I don't know.
You know, though, now that I think about it, I used to have a necklace made out of that kind of chain, back when I was a kid. It was just a cheap necklace. It had a skateboard on it. Also, I think they use that same kind of chain for dog tags, and for those little rabbit's feet you can put on your keys, though I don't know why anyone would. It's kinda gross and, if you think about it, it's kinda cruel, unless they use rabbits that were already dead, but that's still even grosser. You know?
But, anyway, forget all of that. My point was just that our love is like one of those chains, whether it's on a necklace or a fan or whatever, but not on a rabbit's foot. No, wait, WE'RE the chain, not our love. Our love is the little clasp. So, that's my point. Our love is like one of those clasps. Hold on. I'll Google and see if I can figure out what you call those things. Hold on. Those chains are called "beaded chains" or "balled chains". On a fan they're called a pull. On keys they're called a lanyard. The connector, our love, is called a "beaded chain connector" or a "beaded chain block" or a "beaded chain clasp."
So, anyway. That's it. I need to finish mowin' now. Love you, honey.
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
