Sometimes I worry about my daddy…(by Rufuz)

He awakens and bolts out of bed,

He runs to the bathroom,

Into the toilet goes his head,

He makes this god-awful noise,

Then comes over and wants me to kiss him,

You got a better chance of kissing my butt,

Yeah that’s right, I love you daddy,

But your breath smells worse than when I lick my butt…

What did you go and put in your body this time,

It came up with a rush and a flow,

Could it have been that eggnog stuff that gives you a glow?

Man, I won’t even lick that off your finger,

And its long-term smell certainly does linger…

I worry about my dad,

When he gets up at night and chokes, he makes me sad,

He tells me not to worry, but that just makes me mad,

The best time in my life was when I met him,

That day dad did surely make me glad…

But I don’t know how to tell him he should be more careful,

He does make me a whole lot be prayerful,(yes it’s a word)

I worry about him right down to my soul,

If I could, I would, his diet, control…

     © Rufuz ~ 3.12.2005  (& ed)