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Thursday, March 29, 2007

When I'm an Old Man

When I'm an old man, I'll live with each kid,
And bring so much happiness just as they did.
I want to pay back all the joy they've provided.
Returning each deed. Oh, they'll be so excited.
(When I'm an old man and live with my kids.)

I'll write on the wall with reds, whites and blues,
And I'll bounce on the furniture...wearing my shoes.
I'll drink from the carton and then leave it out.
I'll stuff all the toilets and oh, how they'll shout.
(When I'm an old man and live with my kids.)

When they're on the phone and just out of reach,
I'll get into things like sugar and bleach.
They'll snap their fingers and then shake their head,
And when that is done, I'll hide under the bed.
(When I'm an old man and live with my kids.)

When they cook dinner and call me to eat,
I'll not eat my spinach, peas, salad or meat.
I'll gag on my green beans, spill milk on the table,
And when they get angry, I'll run if I'm able.
(When I'm an old man and live with my kids.)

I'll sit close to the TV, through the channels I'll click,
I'll cross both my eyes just to see if they stick.
I'll take off my socks and throw one away,
And play in the mud 'til the end of the day.
(When I'm an old man and live with my kids.)

And later in bed, I'll lay back and sigh,
I'll thank God in my prayer, then I'll close my eyes.
My kids will look down with a smile slowly creeping,
and say with a groan, "He's so sweet when he's sleeping."
(When I'm an old man and live with my kids.)

-- Over the Hump Real Estate Section, May 2005, p. 90.

8 Comments:

At 29 March, 2007 19:01, Blogger c nadeau & t johnson said...

"When I'm an old man, I'll live with each kid,
And bring so much happiness just as they did.
I want to pay back all the joy they've provided.
Returning each deed. Oh, they'll be so excited."


Are you sure this isn't the rejected lyrics from Michael Jackson's upcoming album?

 
At 29 March, 2007 19:21, Blogger wmy said...

This is great!! I made a copy of it for my parents, but I am having second thoughts about giving it to them...

 
At 29 March, 2007 21:35, Blogger Tim said...

scribe: you're probably more equipped to say what Michael Jackson's lyrics are or are not.

His music is generally not on my regular playlist.

wmy: I thought it was good - which is why I posted it... oh just give it to them - and suffer the consequences. Muahhhhhhhh

 
At 29 March, 2007 22:12, Blogger American Guy said...

don't worry scribe - i saw the beauty in what you wrote - even if the sideways man didn't

 
At 30 March, 2007 05:51, Blogger DaBich said...

Hubby and I tell our kids we are gonna build a shack behind their mansions and live with them lol

And eat all their food

and trash their mansion

and drink all the beer

etc

etc

etc

lol

 
At 30 March, 2007 15:11, Blogger c nadeau & t johnson said...

AG,

I'd thank god you understand me, but...well, you know...

 
At 02 April, 2007 05:43, Blogger DaBich said...

Scribe ~ that's ok, She understands ;)

 
At 03 April, 2007 13:54, Blogger c nadeau & t johnson said...

THat's cause she's a filthy, filthy whore...

 

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