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I hold the copyright on all my works.
| Why I Hate The Man I Love Dedicated to Glen J. "Brownie" Ragels August 2001 |
| Why I Hate the Man I Love appears in my book, Sounds of Life |
He has a lot of qualities
that belong to him alone
since some come from his family
he might be a partial clone.
A knife must mean a lot to him
for he is not without
He picks at all kinds of crud
on that you best not doubt.
That knife must be a master tool
as he cleans teeth in mouth
he also does his nails and feet
like all the germs went south.
That same knife he used on nails
an apple he can cut
he also cleaned a horse’s hoof
and separated calf from nut.
He grits his teeth he clicks a pen
he tells jokes for himself
he has a twinkle in his eye
cause maybe he’s an elf.
He seldom sees his bruises
or gets medical help from anyone
he made me pull his tooth once
when I was 8 months gone.
He can’t walk across our acre
and not come back in blood
an accident looking for a place to happen
sometimes he is a dud.
He chews on ice and does odd things
sometimes to just annoy
on many days in many ways
he still is just a boy.
He doesn’t always wipe up crumbs
he screeches butter dishes
he doesn’t always pick up clothes
or comply with all my wishes.
that belong to him alone
since some come from his family
he might be a partial clone.
A knife must mean a lot to him
for he is not without
He picks at all kinds of crud
on that you best not doubt.
That knife must be a master tool
as he cleans teeth in mouth
he also does his nails and feet
like all the germs went south.
That same knife he used on nails
an apple he can cut
he also cleaned a horse’s hoof
and separated calf from nut.
He grits his teeth he clicks a pen
he tells jokes for himself
he has a twinkle in his eye
cause maybe he’s an elf.
He seldom sees his bruises
or gets medical help from anyone
he made me pull his tooth once
when I was 8 months gone.
He can’t walk across our acre
and not come back in blood
an accident looking for a place to happen
sometimes he is a dud.
He chews on ice and does odd things
sometimes to just annoy
on many days in many ways
he still is just a boy.
He doesn’t always wipe up crumbs
he screeches butter dishes
he doesn’t always pick up clothes
or comply with all my wishes.
He seems to lie awake at night
plotting what next to pull
you never know what he’s apt to do
and he sure has mastered bull.
His mind creates inventions
some of them are funny
it really is an honest shame
none ever made him money.
I’ve tried hard to train him
and he has learned a lot
he sure can do up dishes
in that new machine we got.
He has a way of teasing me
that drives me up a tree
yet he can be so wonderful
sometimes when none can see.
His body is feeling older
thinner hair and gray he found
his eyes no longer see things
he doesn’t hear all sounds.
He is almost seventy now
he creaks and groans a lot
some days when things are bad
he thinks he’s gone to pot.
He is the bravest man I know
and still has the cutest butt
living with him is quite a trip
but we are sure not in a rut.
He seldom celebrates our life
with flowers gift or candy
I have to admit while he’s unfit
he sure does come in handy.
While I could bitch unending
and never let it be
this man I hate I’ll love forever
for the needle he made for me.
plotting what next to pull
you never know what he’s apt to do
and he sure has mastered bull.
His mind creates inventions
some of them are funny
it really is an honest shame
none ever made him money.
I’ve tried hard to train him
and he has learned a lot
he sure can do up dishes
in that new machine we got.
He has a way of teasing me
that drives me up a tree
yet he can be so wonderful
sometimes when none can see.
His body is feeling older
thinner hair and gray he found
his eyes no longer see things
he doesn’t hear all sounds.
He is almost seventy now
he creaks and groans a lot
some days when things are bad
he thinks he’s gone to pot.
He is the bravest man I know
and still has the cutest butt
living with him is quite a trip
but we are sure not in a rut.
He seldom celebrates our life
with flowers gift or candy
I have to admit while he’s unfit
he sure does come in handy.
While I could bitch unending
and never let it be
this man I hate I’ll love forever
for the needle he made for me.
Brownie
8-19-2004
8-19-2004