Take that cheeky grin away from me,
I know you've hidden Dad somewhere,
It could be the toilet, it could be anywhere,
He could be down the drain,
Do you even care?
Dear Child;
I love you,
But you're always up to mischief,
Especially when you can't get your own
way!
Tell me, Son,
Why did you hide dad?
You always like to get revenge,
It really does drive me round the bend.
(Child answers, laughing)
"I stuffed him down the grate,
He made eat the veg I hate;
As if that wasn't enough,
He called me a scruff,
And went in a huff,
When I told him about my date!"
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Carol Ann Townend
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