Once upon a time, a da took 'is son inta a store
to get some groceries. While they were in the store,
the ungrateful little bag o' germs started bawlin',
wantin' this toy or that bit o' sweet. Finally,
the da grabbed that noisy brat an' drug it back
to the butcher. "I'll give ye $2.99 a pound
t' grind this piece 'o crap inta 'amburger,"
said the da. "Done," said the an' 'e grabbed
the kid an' tossed 'im inta the meat chopper. Both
the butcher an' the da smiled when the brat finally
stopped his bawlin' and wa' ground inta bits by
that 'uge steel machine.
Now git t' bed an' learn how t' quit yer whinin'
at the market.
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