Buddy, The Bane Of The Supper Table Poem by George Hunter

When Buddy was a very young lad
He’d aggravate his Dad
-By teasing at the supper table
-Whenever he was able
And it made his Dad so mad.

If you do it anymore
I’ll paddle your ass till it’s sore
-But I couldn’t resist
-And I did persist
So I got the old ‘What For’

Once, Mom was sick in bed
And Florence was cooking instead.
-Put sausage in the pot
-And they got a little too hot,
So “Please pass the carbons.” I said.

Sis ran into the bedroom and cried
And Dad he chewed my hide.
-I remember it to this day.
-I’ll say I’m sorry, if I may.
I thought it a funny thing to say.

You’d tried so hard to please
And then that little sleaze
-Pulled something like that
-Right outta his hat
It made your poor heart bleed

I didn’t think my ‘innocent’ actions
Would cause such violent reactions
-But you get to know
-These things as you grow
That there’s many different factions