12.27.2008

Twas the Night After Christmas

Twas the night after Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was sleeping
Not even a mouse

The problem you see
Was two little boys
One stuffed up and weeping
The other annoyed

All through the night
They are up and put down
Until morning comes
With, not a smile, but a frown

Today will be mellow
In fact, crying free
Because Poppa's near breaking
So there'd better not be

Two little boys who'll sleep
A nap or early bed for certain
And if they do not
Then there'll be hurtin'

I love my children
Yes, I do
But sometimes I wish
We'd gotten a cockatoo.
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