No way, no how…
No Rufuz, I will not buy you a real bed,
As I will end up sleeping in it with you in my bed,
I won’t be able to fit, as my feet over-hang already,
With my luck the little bed would be most unsteady…
There is no way you can talk me into it,
Don’t give me those pouty eyes,
I will not be guilt tripped,
Oh now you want to away from home run,
Well then you better go around and say your goodbyes…
Yeah, I bet Uncle Scott would buy it for you,
You go live with him in Kentucky,
That is if you can find it and you are lucky,
Sure I will pay for the bus trip,
Flying? Like hell, you better get a grip…! J
© ed ~ 7/12/05