Ollie
Never an Oliver but always Ollie
Not very serious but full of folly
A smile that warms the Sun
A heart that beats for fun
Ollie never dress to impress
The boy kinda looks the mess
Dusty blonde hair boy
Bluest eyes see so coy
Mischief, pranks being bad
His pouting face knows you've been had
To punish him makes you sad
Your heart melts with I love you Dad
Spare the rod and spoil the child
But how can you discipline such a smile
In your youth were you not wild
Your Mother's curse curses you now
It will happen to you when you have a child
Boys are silly, boys are loud
Boys are dirty, boys are foul
Boys are boys, things break somehow
Go online and try to fine Ollie's Moms vase
The one that graces the foyer in it's special place
Google this, Yahoo that, is if your in a race
Eureka! Ollie the old antique store has one to replace
Sweep the floor leave not a clue or trace
The new vase is here not a second to waste
Mom drives up, Dad opens the door
As Mommy steps in the vase hits the floor
Its time to be Oliver, no more Ollie
Weeping in the corner, his behind tan by golly
But who stands beside him is that not Dad?
$600.00 for a ten dollar vase! Mom can't be had.
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