My Life

My mom recently wrote some very nice poetry for Anders and Finn. Here’s the first of several that I’m putting up against her wishes.

There’s a bullfrog in the bathroom,
and I don’t know what he’s thinking.
‘Cause whenever he goes in there,
the place starts really stinking.

My daddy goes in with him.
He says he cannot see him,
but I think sometimes, some way, some how,
My daddy just might be him.