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Trisha A.
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Date Posted: 18:19:58 09/19/01 Wed
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In reply to:
Jim AKA Rapid-Fire
's message, "You're Not Like My Father" on 22:18:04 08/21/01 Tue
Oh my gosh Jim, what a wonderful surprise ending. Nothing like the unexpected words of kids to bring laughter to a situation that seems unexplainable. I will giggle and think of your poem every time I see a collar..*whispering*> eeek, did I say that. Bustin' with laughter :-D
>A young lad, going on a bus ride,
>looking closely at the man he sat beside.
>He had his collar on backwards you see,
>the boy couldn't handle his curiousity.
>
>"Why are you wearing your collar like that?"
>The reply came back in nothing flat.
>"I am a Father" was his reply,
>a puzzled look in the kid's eye.
>
>"My dad doesn't wear his like that,
>the way that I do, with my hat."
>"I am the Father of many," he then said,
>"Well, so's my dad, he's nicknamed Red.
>
>He has 4 boys and 4 girls,
>with long beautiful curls."
>The impatience of the priest starting to show,
>"Well, there's something that you must know.
>
>I'm the Father for hundreds you see,
>that's why I wear my collar differently."
>When the boy got off, one thing he had to say,
>"Maybe you should wear your pants that way."
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