Shopping for school supplies was so much fun as a lad
Except for poor Michael who’s waistline was bad
We would all pile in the car and head to JC Penny’s
Then off to another department for Michael because we couldn’t find any
Year after year it was more of the same
Our dear Mom had no one to blame
You see, at that time in fashion for young men
Was a branded letter, not S, M, L, XL or even “N”
The small leather tag on the back of Michael’s jeans
Would lead to school kids being nasty and mean
Michael came home crying from school one day
Mom was there to console her little boy and asked, “tell me, what did they say!”
Michael replied, “Mom, you were wrong about my pants,”
This big “H” on my pants doesn’t mean I’m “Happy” and ready to dance
Well, the truth was out and Michael finally knew
That the “H” on his pants meant that he just grew and just grew
It’s OK, Mike, because we all love you too We’ll help you get geared for Shaq’s Big Challenge, Season Two!
Happy 28th!!!!
4 comments:
My poor husband is the brunt of all the jokes. He takes it well. I guess he can dish it out as well.
Charla
What do you mean you "guess" he can dish it out! ha ha He has dished out enough for 6 lifetimes and we are just catching up to him!!
Amy's dad said;
I don't know why everybody wants to pick on my little buddy so much. Mike would never pick on anybody like that.
I think anyone that casts stones my way is gay. Not happy, but opposite sex gay...
Spank you very much.
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