Mr Wong

My Dad’s new friend, Mr Wong
Had lunch at our house last week.
My sister and I just were tired
The minute that men ate chicken
‘Cause Mr. Wong life style so different
Are in need of some big readjusting
He talked while he ‘s reading and eating his hot and sour soup.
And the one word for that is “changed”
Later on, in our living room, we told mom,
But she said “Oh, God, never mind”
“He our guest” she said, ” We should not criticize him”
So next time, I sit down to lunch,
I know what I should do
I am pretend that I am Mr. Wong
And I’ll talk, and I’ll listen music while I ate.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
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