My daughter keeps a messy house. Food on the floor for roach and mouse. She makes her beds when she wishes And she never has clean dishes. To dirt and dust gives little care And now she is a millionaire! Her dirty dishes grew some mold They used to cure the common cold!
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Millionaire Daughter
October 1st, 2004 — Poems for Grownups
