Gere Barbera Poet Rhyme

Nothing But the Truth

Here comes papa, I think we are in a lot of trouble
 Get ready to hide, we better run on the double
 Playing in his car, an expensive classic 55 Chevy
 Didn’t mean to hit, the clutch and put it in the levy

 I love you spot, but I am scared to take the blame
 Besides you left a big brown spot that will leave a stain
 Do you think he will believe me when I tell him a fib?
 We could blame it on baby brother, lying in the crib

 Mommy says, to tell the truth and all will be well
 A spanking from daddy or go straight to hell
 Oh spot, help me we have to quickly make a decision
 Wouldn’t have gotten in trouble with better supervision

 That’s it Spot, let’s blame it on mommy’s failure to be
 In charge of watching us and leaving in the car a key
 Hello daddy, I have something important to tell you
 A bad man came today and took the car for a drive-thru

 Spot and I tried to stop him but he was very big in size
 He had checkered hair and big ugly black snake eyes
 We were scared so spot and I hid quietly near the well
 Watching and waiting for you to come home so we could tell

( Your a Little Kid Again)  Little boy-age 4  Gere Barbera

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