Daddy Daydreamer

Boys' Night

A poem


Boys' Night

When Mommy goes out
it is our favourite time,
for it is our time—
it is boys' night.

Crack open the chips,
turn on a flick;
what shall it be?

Doesn't really matter—
it is boys' night.

Daddy, sit beside me!
No, Dad, sit beside me!
Boys, I'll sit in the middle.
Geez, Dad, you're smart.

No . . .

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April 14, 2016