Marie, it's no good telling me
Your problems with your Dad, you see,
It's not as if he's truly bad,
It's just that he is barking mad!
You only have yourself to blame
You never learn, it's such a shame.
Remember Rob, or was it Bob?
You know, the one without a job?
Your father tried hard not to fail,
Till he found out he'd been in jail.
Then there was that midget chap
Who got your Dad in such a flap.
He couldn't look him in the eye,
He had to kneel to even try!
You really do not help yourself,
By moaning you are on the shelf.
Find a boy who's kind and smart,
Who dresses well and doesn't fart.
Who'll love you, dear, and treat you well,
Who won't use drugs, and doesn't smell.
Now, if you want, some free advice,
Before you bring them home, think twice.
Why not meet them at a dance?
If it is dark, you'll stand a chance!
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Owain Glyn
