My Life with Father
I will begin this story with a piece of truth,
Will my Aunt pick up, a piece of my forgotten fruit?
My father was a great man, so strong and yet so true,
Yet when the day came, he had a tack in his shoe.
Why was the tack there, he said, yet I knew the truth.
I put it there to see if, he noticed it with my spoof.
My father still gets angry, and shows me who’s boss,
Yet when he gets old, I will be the one dishing out the sauce.
So who gets this fine sash and has the last laugh!
I will begin this story with a piece of truth,
Will my Aunt pick up, a piece of my forgotten fruit?
My father was a great man, so strong and yet so true,
Yet when the day came, he had a tack in his shoe.
Why was the tack there, he said, yet I knew the truth.
I put it there to see if, he noticed it with my spoof.
My father still gets angry, and shows me who’s boss,
Yet when he gets old, I will be the one dishing out the sauce.
So who gets this fine sash and has the last laugh!
