Dad Gum It All!
If I had no bad
I'd have no luck at all..
Cuz I tried to fix supper last night
And cut my best finger with the saw.
Oh it was not the
kind of saw,
That my Daddy used when building things
It was the dad gum edge of my box of foil
That I ripped off to cover the leftovers.
It hurt so much I
But then I remember Daddy telling me to not be
It is so sore today I can hardly do my housework
But I think I can type good enough to do some
Now I know this
poem does't sound good to anyone
But you have to know how much I tried
I write in my sleep
And while I am awake
to write for me for Goodness Sake!!!
Author: Carolyn Nored Lequieu