27 September 2012
I'm frozen in place, eyes wide and square. Unable to move, reduced to stare. My stomach twists, my throat is clogged, I kind of feel like I've been mugged.
My head is swirling, mouth is dry, I feel a tear swell in my eye. My heart has stopped, my blood ran cold, As shivers predict what's about to unfold.
Those 3 words you don't want to hear from your dad, Have stopped me mid-step, I think he's gone mad! To think such a phrase can cause such a fright;
"Honey, Mom's out, I'm cooking tonight!"
Dad's Cooking... • Opuss № I