Mom & dad said it,

Won’t have a fit,

Won’t be able to sit,

Your hands will have hair,

If you keep doing that under the table down there…

Of late my hands have gotten an itch,

Damn if it ain’t a pain and a bitch,

Could it be my palms are finally growing fur,

Never did I listen to mom & dad, no sir…

Almost forty years,

Sure has taken awhile to catch up,

My palms are starting to look like my pup,

I cry when using Nair, oh so large are my tears…

Should have listened, should have paid heed,

But what I did, still do and have done, I felt in need,

Glad I always had my own room,

A place to be alone with my “thoughts”,

To keep my toy safe and warm,

And to hide from my folks, what I did not want to with get caught…

© ed ~ 2/2/06