Answer To the Childs Thanksgiving Prayer Written By Tony Lane

Lord in answer of prayer Child of mine. I must admit I don’t hear from you very often, Your brother though is quite devout, to him your heart should soften. He say’s he works hard to me - but that you will blame him. For anything you don’t do, and you will try to shame him. Your brother, put in a plea for you, and not for a new bike. You had better try harder, boy before I give you what you like. I even hear from your teacher, he’s his own wits end, He prayed for the cane to come back, so your ways you better mend. Your mother tries so very hard it’s not her cooking at fault, Its you and your picky ways, so they had better halt. Your mother works hard and has little time to bake you pumpkin pie, You're lucky boy to have gravy, never mind the turkey dry. Your granddad needs a rest, don’t be a pest, he’s getting on you know. As for grandma she puts up with all of you, so let the wines flow. Your big sister, her father has already requested the boyfriends’ disappearance. I’m working on that and everything else, so just give me a chance. The neighbour’s - well they have not said, anything about you. They just prayed that your family would go out, and then come back without you. So listen boy the lord has spoken, and you better hear me well. Cos come next thanksgiving year, You may hear from him below.