riffraffs ragtags and roughscuffs
my dad had some braggadocio stories about being tough
he told me, we were riffraffs, ragtags, and roughscuffs
they knew us as the Southside Gang, boy, were we rough!
I grinned at my Daddy, who had never seemed rough or tough.
He has lots of these stories, trying to make me think he was gruff.
Full of escapades and narrow escapes, lots of extra made up stuff.
If I had called him on it, he would have walked off in a huff.
so I pretended that my daddy was tough, and this was not fluff.
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