He Ain't Heavy...

My beautiful wife whom I adore, you know her as Corinne, has told me that I need to lighten things up a little.  She said my posts, while good, are too often very weighty and cerebral. So, I used to write limericks.  No not the ones that potty brains enjoy but cornball ones.  So, here I go.

I wed a woman who looks quite hot,
she got in return one who is not.
even though quite pretty,
she bestowed great pity,
and acquiesced to conjoin the knot.

My quiver has twelve pointed arrows,
more precious than a flock of sparrows.
While I sit at the gate,
with others and debate,
They all will contend with the pharoahs.

My kids are all great culinarians,
While I descend from barbarians.
My wife is a great catch,
Any plan she can hatch,
they keep me safe from librarians.

My moniker used to be Peter,
My disposition was quite sweeter,
Twelve teenagers I raised,
My wife should be praised,
When they're gone our house will be neater.