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My Dad (but it's good)
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My Dad (but it's good) |
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MoeRocko Member
since 2001-04-25
Posts 166West Virginia |
~I've extremely bored the past week, here's the production~ It wasn't long before old dad Was cumbersome a drag. He seemed to get the message and Began to pack his bag. 'You don't want me around,' he said, 'I'm old and crippled too.' We didn't have the heart to say 'You're totally right it's true.' He really took an age and more To pack his tatty kleid We started coughing by the door, To hurry him outside. 'I', no use to man or beast,' He said, his eye all wet. 'That's why we're getting rid of you, You stupid Basturd, get.' His wrinkled face turned up to us A pleading in his look we gave him half-a-dollar apiece And polished up his hook. 'Its not that we don't like you dad.' Our eyes were downcast down. 'We've tried to make a go of it You shriveled little clown!' At last he finished packing all, His iron hand as well. He even packed the dog What he'd won at carnival. 'Spect you'll write a line or two?' He whined - who could resist? We held his face beneath the light And wrote a shopping list. 'Goodbye my sons and fare thee well, I blame you not you see, It's all yer mothers doing kids, She's had it in for me.' 'You leave our mother out of this!' We screamed all fury rage, 'At least she's working for her keep And nearly twice your age!' 'I'd sooner starve than be a whore!' The old man said, all hurt. 'Immoral earnings aren't for me, and living off her dirt.' 'She washes everyday,' we said Together, all at once. 'It's more than can be said for you You dirty little ponce!' At last upon the doorstep front He turned and with a wave He wished us all 'Good Heavens' And hoped we'd all behave. 'The best of luck to you old dad!' We said with slight remorse, 'You'll dig it in the workhouse man. (He wouldn't though of course.) 'Ah well he's gone and thats a fact,' We muttered after lunch, And hurried to the room in which He used to wash his hunch. 'Well here's a blessing in disguise Not only money too He's left his pension book as well The slimy little jew!' 'What luck we'll have a party Inviting all our friend. We've only one but she's a laugh She lets us all attend.' We never heard from dad again I expect we never shall But he'll remain in all our hearts a buddy friend and pal. -Yes I made up a few words, it's fun-  If there's a such thing as a Genius, then I'm one. If there's no such thing then I don't care... ~John Lennon |
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the_rescue Member
since 2001-05-23
Posts 316Japan |
man I got lost in there somewhere lol but the poem it'self flowed really well and I liked it, good stuff. talk to you later I'm not asking U 2 luv me I'm just letting out the truth no hold barred about what I feel nothing wrong with what I say |
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Fading Away
since 2001-03-14
Posts 3131Lynchburg, Virginia |
The flow in thie poem is awesome! Very nice work. It's very creative, and the words you made up sound really cool in there Very nice product of a boring day.--Marie "Well the sun is slowly sinking down, but the moon is slowly rising... so this old world must still be spinning 'round. And I still love you." -James |
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punkrockerrobin
since 2001-05-15
Posts 1180Sparks, NV |
you confuzzled robin! that's a no no  robin's brain is to smal to handle confuzle ment! bad ewok bad  robin  I AM WHAT I AM SO DEAL! |
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Dopey Dope
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Member Patricius
since 2000-08-30
Posts 11132San Juan, Puerto Rico |
I thought the poem was exceptionally good. I liked this one a lot. Very well done here.  I was born myself, raised myself, and will continue to be myself. The world will just have to adjust. |
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