THE GIRLS WROTE A POEM
The Girls Wrote a Poem
You got to love the girl’s creativity – they don’t get it from me. Today I heard my girl singing the funniest poem.
I have four girls and a beautiful wife. There’s me Heather, Anna, Charlotte, Christie and my wife Daisy. My wife and I have been married for twenty years and we’ve had our ups and downs in this house, but we’ve always stuck together and been there for one another no matter what. And what I value most about my wife is her loyalty and her trustworthiness. The two girls Heather and Anna, I am not so sure about and I always tell them. I always say to them two:
Listen, girls, don’t be like the other two – don’t end up like Charlotte and Christie.
The reason I say that is because Charlotte and Christie cannot be trusted. Running their mouths off at that school and telling their friends – daddy does this, mummy does that. I don’t want Heather and Anna to be like that. So, I gave them fair warning because when those two flew the coop, I knew that I hadn’t done enough. We failed there as parents Daisy and me.
Too soft. Too lenient. Let them watch whatever the hell they wanted on the TV. Let them make friends at the school. Let them ask us questions about what “other” families do and have them questioning whether we were good parents or not. So, that’s why I always tell Heather and Anna not to end up like them too. Be good girls. Keep your mouths shut. Don’t ask questions. Listen and love your parents.
They’re all good kids who really put some things in need of fixing and me and Daisy are the type to do the fixing. Anyway; all the girls have either been told or shown. Simple rules of the family. Don’t run your mouths off, what happens in the house, stays in the house, respect your parents.
And just today. Like all I ever said fell on deaf ears. I’m sitting there having a beer in the living room and I hear Heather and Anna on the front steps. They’re clapping hands and singing songs so the whole neighbourhood could hear. I sneak up a little close and try to hear the words to the song.
My god they’re clever girls but it’s time for Daisy and me to get to fixing. Here’s what I heard:
Daddy daddy always said we live under his roof so follow his rules,
Keep your mouth closed and don’t say nothing to the schools,
Charlotte and Christie, they talked too damned much,
Telling all their friends about such and such,
And now nobody knows our sister's whereabouts,
But daddy has told us, they’re buried deep under the house,
So, don’t say a word and do what daddy said,
Because we know that Charlotte and Christie ended up dead.
Those girls I tell you – they’re so perceptive.