tomorrow a Magnum
I'll chase 'em down
and show 'em what for!
Maybe then
my son will be proud
maybe my daughter
will come from L.A.
maybe she'll say
"Good job, Daddy,"
and
"I've come to take you home."
But I won't hold my breath.
I just hope the jello
will be firmer than yesterday--
I hate it when it slides off my fork.