5 December 2012
Would it be so bad, To see my dad, Happily clad, In a onesie - Erm maybe a tad. My mum would think he was high, My brother cry, And I would undoubtedly die! The neighbours would complain, Think we were insane, And move a mile down our lane. Our local police would come, Have a serious talk with mum, And guess he had too much rum. He would be locked up in a mental house, Wishing that his onesie - in the shape of a mouse, Would materialise into a charming blouse...
Maybe I should keep my thoughts to my self, Don't want to cause you any bad health.
Dads Onesie • Opuss № I