In my bedroom he does hide,

His daddy’s wishes he does by abide,

One of us needs to stay sober, while the other gets high…

You might ask me but why,

I sleep better, & it doesn’t tear my tummy like Rye,

Though I got to admit the munchies are going to my thigh,

Sometimes I guess I got to as well ask myself why…?

When Rufuz does see the stash box,

Fast he does run to the store for lox,

When home he gets,

He does then, to avoid the munchies, chow down on a pair of my sox…J

© ed J 5/30/07