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
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Love Auntie Tinky
Eileen
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
(((SMOOCHIES))) to your daddy too! :D
Since Uncle Scott is obviously not a DW like your Dad, if he buys you the much deserved bed, I will pay for your flight to Kentucky - First Class, of course; no bus for you, you Good Dog! Now go pack your bags, the Limo will be there any minute.