Father's Day came and went.
This is how it was spent.
I'll tell it in rhyme,
if you got the time.
It started with a chore,
the ladykiller threw up on the couch and floor.
Mommy left to go to her job
but Alex didn't fuss or make sob.
We went for a walk
and everything we saw made Alex talk.
Later in the afternoon
we met the wifey and he began to croon.
We went to the Macaroni Grill
and the food was good, we ate our fill.
We went and split, driving away careful and smart.
I took the long way home, Michelle and Alex drove to Walmart.
I was really content driving my car,
though if the wifey saw me, she'd be ticked, I was smoking a cigar.
We all made it home and we were glad.
Alex and I went next door to visit my dad.
By 9:00pm Alex went to a peaceful sleep,
I laid him in his crib and he made no peep.
I sat down and watched TV and read comics galore,
but I know for some of you that would be a bore.
Suddenly, I had a craving for something sweet,
and went to the kitchen for some oreos for my treat.
I only had seven
and I was in heaven.
It was getting late and I needed to rest.
So I crawled into bed, now here comes the best.
I jumped up, ran and puked in the toilet bowl.
I knew why it happened the oreos took their toll.
Michelle, of course, was worried and full of stress.
No way she wanted to clean up another mess.
I laid back in bed, my stomach stopped churning like the tide.
So that's my tale, catch you on the Flipside!!
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