Right On Time -- Or Ten Minutes Early
Dad was forever in a hurry
His life filled with tension and worry
He always had to be right on time
If not, he preferred ten minutes early
A terror behind the wheel of his car
He cursed at Heaven and the stars
He'd ride the tail of a slowpoke
Here are names that he'd invoke
You moron, you idiot, you jerk!
You're making me late for work
Nincompoop, numbskull, and pea-brain
You're slower than a worn-out freight train
Dad, of course, was 100% right
And always ready for a fight
'Til the day this came out from my little brother
~ 'That moron drives like my friggin grandmother!'
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