Monday, January 26, 2009

Poem for my daughters.. Billy Boob

WITH SUMMER FAST APPROACHING AND A BIG WEDDING IN THE PLANNING STAGES FOR MY OLDEST, THOUGHT THIS WOULD BE THE PERFECT TIME TO POST SOME OF MY  SENTIMENTAL THOUGHTS AND HEART FELT WORDS OF WISDOM FOR MY GIRLS TO PONDER......


 


A DAUGHTERS POEM



 



He didn't like the casserole



And he didn't like my cake.



He said my biscuits were too hard...



Not like his mother used to make.



I didn't perk the coffee right



He didn't like the stew,



I didn't mend his socks



The way his mother used to do.



I pondered for an answer



I was looking for a clue.



Then I turned around and smacked the shit out of him...


Like his mother used to do.


 


SOMETIMES DAD'S DO KNOW BEST


 


 


 

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