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[aid] => mick
[title] => My Son, the Gourmet
[time] => 2004-02-16 16:17:37
[hometext] => Feed them and love them..until
[bodytext] => The internet is where you get instruction up the flue, There is no task that you can't bask, in sun when you are thru. They tell you how to fix a cow There's nothing they do lack, If you are quick, they'll tell you pick a pancho for your back. All these things I'm sure it rings remembrance from the past, You had to fix a certain mix, they told you first to last. All of this I'd hate to miss, but now I'm in for fun, I'm getting here a child near, my number uno son. There's nothing new he cannot do, his hands are tools of skill, I say to him, the tire rim cannot go up a hill. No time at all, he's on the ball, the tire's off the car, The rim is taut, there's nothing bought, I'm better off by far. So far so good, like Robin Hood, A hero to his dad, There is however, not too clever, makes me kind of sad. My son, he eats, and thus defeats, his economic worth, If I would eat, just half the meat, T'would twice my normal girth. I grudge him not, so big the pot, there's plenty there for all, But I would fear to give him beer, for down the steps he'd fall. I always say, he's here today, he just might mend the tent, He surely would and surely could if ma'd not start to vent. I love my son, he's plenty fun, mechanical to boot, But mama said, she's nearly dead, she doesn't give a hoot. She didn't raise a stomach maize, to shovel down a shute, There's no more sup for this young pup, no matter how astute. Good bye, my son, I've got to run..go fight it out with ma, I cannot burn and have to learn..it's internet for pa. If you have kids, removing lids from all the food indoor, You know we're wrecks, you know my vex..he can't come anymore. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 141 [topic] => 7 [informant] => norm [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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