When I grow up to be a man
I want to be like Dad
I want lots of ribbons and things
And some women he hasn't had
My Mommy says there's lots of time
Get out of my face, go play
So I'll be good as I can be
Until she walks away
I know you must have practised Dad
You make it look so easy
And the best part of all you see
Is the girls round here are sleezy
Mommy reads all the books
and thinks she's so darn smart
But I know I'm her favourite
She knows it in her heart
The breeders think I'm gorgeous
My temperament is the best
If I'm so pretty special
Why does Mommy call me pest
One day when I'm like Daddy
And have a Championship too
She'll consider herself lucky
To pick up all my POO
For now I'm just hanging out
Doing what guys do
Checking out all the babes
And bugging Mommy too!
Now I've gone and told a lie
It's time to go to bed
So I'll just snuggle up with Teddy
and rest my little head.
(© Carol Kufner)
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I would like to thank Carol Kufner for her kind
permission to publish her poems on my blog.
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