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.

2 Comments to “A Note, in the style of Dr. Seuss.”

  1. By Deb, July 20, 2006 @ 12:52 am

    I’m sorry that you are feeling shitty and angry and complicated about your Dad. I know how it is.

    But I have to say, this poem kicked ass.

  2. By Liz, July 20, 2006 @ 1:07 am

    Heh, thanks. Seuss wouldn’t have rated it as much but since I’m not yet up to being able to form coherent complaints (You know, with supported reasoning and a lack of crying) I think this is a big step forward.

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