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.
Copyright © Fate Mcfate | Year Posted 2012
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