(A/N: I got sometime to kill today. Ha, maybe I'll even add another chapter to the Billy story. Yippee.)

Life of a Public School Teacher's Son

It's my birthday
so I say,
"Hip hip hurray!
Let's go eat buffet
at that place where they
have a dazzling array
of satay."

"Come, Dad, don't delay!
Stop correcting that darn essay!
Look at your hair—it's turning gray!
Of course, since you always work and never play,
how can you not be in dismay?
Whaddya mean, you want to stay?
Without you, who's going to pay
for my satay?"