Thursday, February 12, 2009

Waxing poetic....

Dedicated to my son, the Man Child

In a wee little cottage on Dallas,
Lived a worn out mother without malice.
She cried and she pled-
"Son, please go to bed!"
He screamed nightly with rage,
Till it hit her (ta da)- A Cage!
Now he sleeps in a Guatanamo style palace.

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