Please Daddy, Please - don't be mad.
Please Daddy, I won't be bad.
What did I do that made you mad?
Tell me Daddy.
I didn't mean to be bad.
Please Daddy, don't be mad.
Please don't hit me anymore.
My back and bottom are awful sore.
Tell me Daddy.
What would you like me to do?
I'll do anything for you.
Please don't hit me anymore.
My back and bottom are awful sore.
Tell me Daddy.
I didn't want to make you mad.
You don't like me when you're mad.
Please don't hit me any more.
My back and bottom are awful sore.
Tell me Daddy.
Why did you make my mommy cry?
Please Daddy, tell us the reason why.
Please don't hit me anymore.
My back and bottom are awful sore.
Please Daddy Please, don't be mad!
Please Daddy, I won't be bad!
What did I do to make you mad?
~~~finis~~~
By mitch, 18 May 1999
For moma, who died in 1941, when I was 10 years old.
Silver droplets of morning dew, sparkling on my lawn.
Little Mocking Bird, sitting on my garden fence,
Noisily, noisily, noisily, she greets the morning dawn.
Her shrill shrieking doesn't make a lot of sense.
I toss and turn in my warm bed.
One bloodshot eye peers out to view the day.
What I am thinking is best not said.
I SHOUT OUT, little bird - GO AWAY!
Please come back on another day.
~~~finis~~~
By mitch
9 July 1999
Dedicated to Bobbyjo Charity
