Orphan Andy

Orphan Andy

(paradoy of a folk poem my mother use to read to me)

It's a dark and story night
The rain is falling fast
That's when my mommy told me
She didn't want me living with her anymore

Poor me, poor poor little me  

I wondered around the town
I didn't have a cent
I thought about my mommy
And back to the house I went

Knock...Knock...Knock
Mommy looked out, the locked window door
I sad, 'Mommy, Mommy, let me in
Your little boy Andy is soaked to the skin!'  

Mommy looked at me and shook her head in disgust
Then said, 'For Gawd's sake Andy, at 43
You need to find another woman to live with
Besides your old Mommy!'