I think it's funny that Twelve
has an elf in it, tripped up your
steps counting, reek rum
lost your coffee, wish me
Happy Thanksgiving when
it's only Easter
You sound like Ozzy,
not Harriets husband
that other loud one,
and you keep losing my number
I am not outstanding, never
have been
You are mad, your insolent
heart, trembling hands
Grabs my vintage lilt,
whisper screams at the window,
draw a smiley, watch it cry
in the fog
I think it's funny that sad
rhymes with, I can't call you,
I keep losing your number,
drink my coffee wishing you
a happy Father's day, when
it's only Christmas
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