Hoochies, Booties, and Bling
|Know why I let my airspeeder Young Skywalker borrow, I do not. Today, lend it to him again I did. Never the driver's seat he puts back in the right place. All the way back, he pushes it, because so tall he is. Tall and goofy-looking he is, but the point that is not. Also, to lean all the way back while he drives, he likes. "Cruising" he calls it. But the seat pushed all the way up, I need. Otherwise, reach the pedals or see over the steering wheel I cannot. This he knows, but care he does not.|
Very loud the radio was, when the key I turned. Scare me, it did! A new pair of shorts, I almost needed. And of course, on my country music station, it was not. On his stupid rap station, it was. Embarrassed me this did, because the noise all the neighbors heard, and many cuss words there were! Besides those words, understand much I did not. Something about "hoochies, booties, and bling" it was. Now, trouble hearing I have.
Sticky the steering wheel is. A purple stain on the carpet there is, too. But that way it already was, Young Skywalker claims. Bull doo-doo! Drink giant grape Slurpees I do not!
Help with Young Skywalker, I need. Call Supernanny I would, if her secret identity I knew. A little older than most kids she helps, he is. But act any older he does not! Still, need all of her super powers to straighten out Young Skywalker, she would!