An Invite

An Invite Now son, I think you’re sneaky, not just lying for my good. Your cover-up was cheeky, I’m not blind or wear a hood. A nursing home’s not for me nor assisted-living room, I’m keeping my own money and that place is not my doom. I’m old but like strip poker, karaoke makes me high, known as practical joker, kind of partial to the rye. I raised a suited dandy that’s so rigid in his ways. Yeah, schooling came in handy cause you left for longer stays. So son, you have your answer, I’m not going anywhere. I’ve hired a belly dancer for my party if you dare. It might be my last birthday, if you come, you must have fun. Your sister’s having her way bringing beer and loaded gun. The gun is for my present, it’s protection I don’t need. So come and let’s be pleasant and we see where it will lead.