A Note, in the style of Dr. Seuss.
Mad at Dad.
Dad, I’m mad.
You’ve been bad
And it’s made me sad.
Cowichan Bay
Took you away.
Your condo is shite
and I cry every night.
Because I don’t want to go
And blow a lot of dough
To sit and not talk
And watch the clock.
I am a bad kid.
I ran and hid
When you phoned me to see
What was up with me.
Because I don’t want to say,
You drove me away.
And I don’t want to yell,
As I’ll go to hell.
But, Dad, you’ve been bad,
And I’m mad.