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