Jonce again Angel Sammys and and Teddys Pawetaton have challenged us to write a poem about the picture below
Daddy don’t wake Mama
She is sleeping in
Don’t start drama
Being tired isn’t any sin
Don’t be suspicious mommy had a hard day
Taking care of us makes her tired
Now get downstairs and from the bedroom stay away
If you wanted a lively wife after work a maid you should have hired
Truthfully Daddy I don’t like to lie to you
But I know plenty
If of Mommy’s activities you want a clue.
Then slip me a twenty
What’s that Daddy “whose shoes are in the foyer?”
I don’t know I was in my room
I did hear her call a lawyer
Then Uncle Bill made her orgasm like a sonic boom
Remember when you asked me
How I got a new bike
Since you paid me a small fee
I will tell you it was to cover cup the month she experimented being a dyke
The dad, enraged, yelled he was through
He walked down the steps and out the door
His mom came out of the bedroom and asked “was that you?”
And he shook his head and added more
“Daddy snuck home with a girl from work
But was surprised the house wasn’t empty
I didn’t want to say anything I know you would be irked
But he would understand me telling you if you slip me a twenty”
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