Merry Christmas Daddy!
My Father
Who Art in Florida
Hollow be thy game.
Thy Pension come
Thy will be done
Always at the expense of others.
Give us this day
Our deep regret
And forgive us our values
As we forgive those
Who operate
Without them.
And lead us not into trepidation
But deliver us from expectation.
Amen.
Posted on December 14th, 2009 at 2:25 pm
ROFL.
You may well go to Hell for this. But that’s where all the best bars are anyway.
Posted on February 9th, 2010 at 12:43 am
Oh that’s priceless! I’ve enjoyed several of your poems, but this one compelled me to comment, well done!
Posted on February 9th, 2010 at 10:17 am
Haha.. thank you Phoenixa. The gift of sarcasm that keeps giving…! I suspect my Dad LOVED it!
Thanks so much for checking it out! xoxo Skylar