I Want A Beer

THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.

Even though I've been helping you and working hard,

you won't give me a beer after I've mowed your yard.

I'm hot, sweaty and dying of thirst.

You've done some bad things but this is the worst.

When you asked for my help, I shouldn't have come here.

You offered me a glass of water but what I want is a beer.

You love your damn beer so much that you won't even give me one.

I would kick your a*s up and down the street if you weren't my son.

I have something to say and you'd better listen to me.

Don't ever expect me to mow your yard again for free.

Reviews

[Annacate]

Cute. Gave me a smile. I don't have 25 characters to type.