Oct11

Please Don’t Sing

Posted on October 11, 2020 by Mystertim

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She’s a sweet little kitten,

Living with a bone-headed Dad.

I feed, pet and play, it’s not enough,

So she gets mad.

She’ll dance on my bladder at 3 AM

To show me her pain.

But that bone-headed Daddy rolls over,

And goes to sleep again.

10/11/2020

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Have a Sunshine Day and an Apple Pie Weekend!

Please Don’t Sing

She’s a sweet little kitten,

Living with a bone-headed Dad.

I feed, pet and play, it’s not enough,

So she gets mad.

She’ll dance on my bladder at 3 AM

To show me her pain.

But that bone-headed Daddy rolls over,

And goes to sleep again.

10/11/2020

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She’s a sweet little kitten,

Living with a bone-headed Dad.

I feed, pet and play, it’s not enough,

So she gets mad.

She’ll dance on my bladder at 3 AM

To show me her pain.

But that bone-headed Daddy rolls over,

And goes to sleep again.

10/11/2020

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