Scott Scott...you think you are hot...maybe, maybe not.
Is it all in your head? Didn't momma ever get you fed?
Scott Scott ...you doodoo pot. Please please don't be what you not.
You came into town, with never a frown.
You are wild and free with all the love for your family.
You stay in one place as if you are in a race
One day you will stay and always we will play
But until then..This is THE END
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doodoo pot??? other than that it's pretty good... He only wishes he was "wild" and/or "free" he's pretty much wrapped around my baby finger!!! ;) you know how dads are.
-Sophie
His Daughter (the spoiled one)
That's a pretty clever poem. Good work!
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