A Diatribe
"You did what? My God
not the car!, Please, not the car...
You're not hurt? No one else was
hurt?
Well mister..you're going to hurt..
and Big Time...You're going to be sorry you
ever got that phone..
What the f### were you doing, driving and
texting.. you're not smart enough
to be a Dr..Im spending you college fund
tomorrow!
Now..READ MY LIPS!
You are grounded for the rest
of your life...
You Will pay for the repairs to my car..
You Will give up your phone
until I decide you are responsible enough
to use it.
Now . READ MY LIPS......
I love you..thank God you were not hurt...."
For the Catch Phrase contest...
READ MY LIPS...
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2010
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