Wednesday, September 9, 2009

In The Doghouse

Dad is in the doghouse,

Or, at least, that’s what he said,

’Cuz he forgot Mom’s birthday

And went out to bowl instead.

Well, I forgot to brush my teeth

And clean my dinner plate,

Then I knocked over all the milk

And stayed up way too late.

I even hit my sister--

Oh, so many things I tried.

So how come, after all I’ve done,

Mom made me sleep inside?

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