Ollie

Never an Oliver but always Ollie Not very serious but full of folly A smile that warms the Sun A heart that beats for fun Ollie never dress to impress The boy kinda looks the mess Dusty blonde hair boy Bluest eyes see so coy Mischief, pranks being bad His pouting face knows you've been had To punish him makes you sad Your heart melts with I love you Dad Spare the rod and spoil the child But how can you discipline such a smile In your youth were you not wild Your Mother's curse curses you now It will happen to you when you have a child Boys are silly, boys are loud Boys are dirty, boys are foul Boys are boys, things break somehow Go online and try to fine Ollie's Moms vase The one that graces the foyer in it's special place Google this, Yahoo that, is if your in a race Eureka! Ollie the old antique store has one to replace Sweep the floor leave not a clue or trace The new vase is here not a second to waste Mom drives up, Dad opens the door As Mommy steps in the vase hits the floor Its time to be Oliver, no more Ollie Weeping in the corner, his behind tan by golly But who stands beside him is that not Dad? $600.00 for a ten dollar vase! Mom can't be had.