Someone needs to clean this bachelor pad;
the dust and dog hair, and that scary stuff
growing in your shower is creepy! - Dad!
I grabbed two cold beers from the frig and gruff-
ly grunted: Me Buddha! No kill life! - Hon!
She snatched the cans away from me and rinsed
both tops under the tap. What a dear dun-
derhead: I thought, and in my guts I sensed
she'd already checked my bed for fresh sheets.
She popped and poured her brew in a clear glass,
while I kissed her neck and felt her heart beats;
and that crashed her neat little cleansing class.
She trailed my Hog home in her Ritz Caddy;
named me Dirty Cracker - and Sweet Daddy.
