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.
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.
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.