It's the older-of-two stepdaughters of which I speak.
She's visiting for several hours; ‘thank God', not a week!
She may have FINALLY learned to put down the toilet cover,
but she has more to learn to please her stepdad, you'll discover,
…..if you read this through to its bitter end, which I've not yet written.
Have you figured out that, with ‘her', I'm not intellectually-smitten?
AND her mom now tells ME that I, Bri aka stepdad Brian, should apologize for ….
.........MY behavior!
Well, ....I don't believe in God, but, about now, I could use a Smart ‘Savior'! !
(April …13th ….2018)
Dear Bri I do feel that if this is her only fault and she talks at lunch and clears the table. She is an Angel. Solution is to close your eyes if you visit the toilet after her. Ha: :)
Bri, Here comes your savior from the heavens sent With words of wisdom and kindly intent All this raving will make you impotent Just move on from this trivial incident Or else you will be needing aperients Believe me; the signs are quite evident Thanks Bri, what would PH be without you?
How old is this chick, Brian? Anyway, I vote that you get your ice cream before you go to bed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such trivialities really but I gt where you are coming from but as in all things toleration needed gritting of teeth and btting of tongue and if all else fails howl at the mood.