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When my Dad died
by Ed Matlack
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
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Hope he keeps track of me so when I die I get to meet up with him for a beer at least...


When my Dad died…


 


He did say he wanted to come back as a bull,


He could then chase the cows all day and screw,


His wording was a bit more colorful,


But we got his gist; we knew he would be missed…


 


Eating grass all day and screwing all night,


Dad I think had the idea that was definitely right,


As soon as the farmer did turn out the light,


Dad in his reincarnated form would the cows excite…


 


Then we thought he may have come back as Rufuz,


Rufuz did sit and watch his mommy in the shower,


And when she did walk up the stairs, Rufuz would be at the top,


Sporting a red rock in his crotch, his mom afraid to walk up,


She would call me and say “MY” dog was being disgusting,


Little did she know that my red rock was doing the same thing,


But I herein did get off the subject at hand,


Was I taking care of business with my left or right…?


 


So dad did die in eighty-nine,


A lucky man he was for about 14 years,


Then my mother did die and away went his freedom,


Sorry dad but we just had to send her off with cheers…


 


Ding-dong the bitch is dead,


Poor dad would have to put up with her now,


Maybe he could hide in another universe,


I hope at the very least, he does keep track of my perverse verse,


That would make me happy to know that during the time in his next life when he does the universe traverse,


He has kept track of my life, though sometimes as it were, adverse…


                        © ® ~ ed 3/15/05

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Reviewed by Cynth'ya cynthyaspeaks@gmail.com 3/16/2005
Forget Comedy Central. All I need is you.
blessin's
cynth'ya lewis reed
Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader) 3/16/2005
Yes humor does run in the family and my brother-in-law said he would come back as a bird and shit on all the people that had shit on him. My dog likes to get my panties down and I guess he just wants to have my scent with him. The little one Ringo is alwaysing humping the pillow. But my daddy died about twenty years before my mama but I image they are having a good time playing cards with my aunt and uncle and cheating each other at cards that is.
Reviewed by Dave Harm 3/16/2005
For sure, we now know more then humor runs in the Matlack family... beautiful tribute...
Reviewed by Kate Clifford 3/16/2005
I can see where your thoughts began with this write. Thanks for the sharing of the loss of your father and mememories that touch you. I can see where your humor comes from :-)
Reviewed by Sue Hess 3/16/2005
nice tribute to your dad..i think. yes it is
Reviewed by john zimmerman 3/16/2005
ed, this is a good one
you come from good stock
still a loss is a loss
blessings


john+
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 3/16/2005
i am sorry for your loss of your daddy, ed...i am feeling a sense of loss myself because tomorrow, st. patrick's day, march 17, will mark the fifteenth anniversary since our mother died. we feel her loss very strongly this time of year, and we still miss her as much now as we did on the day she died. she was not quite sixty when she died.

powerful, heartfelt write; very well done!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :(
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 3/16/2005
Oh you are such a naughty minded man just like Rufuz...but!!

Regarding your Dad...I am sure he is watching you fith a very fine eye!!

love Tinky
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner 3/16/2005
Ed,

I'm sorry for your loss. :(

It will be 15 years ago tomorrow since my beloved mother died--

Powerful, heartfelt, beautiful rememberance.

(((((HUGS))))) and love, Karla. :(



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