Daddy is in my Doghouse…by Rufuz
I told him what kind of car to buy,
I told him what type and why,
I need windows to stick my head out,
Instead he just did my desires flout…
He is like a pup,
He never does listen,
Everything he does botch up,
His parents when they did him christen,
Should have named him screw up…
Hey dad, read my snout,
I have tried my best not to shout,
But you try my nerves,
In the future you say you will change,
Of that I must admit I sincerely do doubt…
Keep trying I must,
Maybe his brain is just filled with dust,
Maybe those gears are just getting old with rust,
Sometimes I do get so hot, I am afraid I will, quite honestly, combust…!
© Rufuz ~ 7.11.2005
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Are you down to bones and water? Poor, Ed.
Rufuz, parole the guy!
Cynthia
Ed's in trouble AGAIN? Bless his heart, he's trying; cut him a little slack, will you? He's only human. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Auntie Karla in Texas *whew, it's hot here*
"Ode To Bob Dylan & Ed Matlack by J. Allen Wilson - AuthorsDen "
I bet you just a titsy jealous Hmmmm?
Love Auntie Tinky
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D *ARF!!*
Maybe his brain is just filled with dust
Try to you must, oh valiant Rufuz, but I fear training old Dads like yours is a much more difficult task than training dogs. You might need a very powerful suction hose to get all of that darn dust out of his brain - and I know how hard you tried to get him to buy that Explorer!!!