Dear Son

You're a man,you proved that droping ladies,it does hurt no stub of respect for your mat! Please have a heart and honour your hut. How fast you fell in the ditch and sores over you.they itch in time it saves nine-the stitch son,heed what the vicar did preach. A promising future was there inside you my son my heir but your route leads to nowhere. if you get lost,we won't bear your mom's heart will have a tear a tear with no repair. Wisdom is for the wise shame will hide you as mice change and be nice don't mess twice you just can't pay the price.