John Stroud - Friday Night Lights (NOT)

Put away the dishes.
Those are my wishes.

Not in a half. Not in an hour.
Do it right now before I turn sour.

Do the dishes. It's a simple chore.

All she hears is
BLAH, BLAH, BLAH
So she Ignores.

I want to go to the football game on Friday Dad.

All I hear is
BLAH, BLAH, BLAH
So that's to bad.

John Stroud

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