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Saturday Morning Cartoons
mgsnell

It was Saturday morning just about noon
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My 6-year-old son was watching cartoons,
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My wife just left for the grocery store
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I was outside doing my chores.
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In front of the TV is where Johnny sat
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Intensely watching Sylvester the cat.
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He did this for an hour or more
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Then suddenly exited from the front door.
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Out of the house, Johnny ran to me
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With excitement in his eyes that wasn’t hard to see,
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He said to me as a matter of fact
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“I want a puddy tat.”
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With some satisfaction I told him that
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“Mommy is allergic to puddy tats,
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Her eyes will water, her nose will run
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And soon after that she’ll be a sick son of a gun.”
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Johnny seemed confused by what I'd just said
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When I saw a light bulb turn on in his head,
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He looked at me with his “Keane” blue eyes
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Asking, “can we get one when mommy dies?”
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I wanted to tell this story to my wife
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But I knew I couldn't if I valued my life.
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She would think I was lying right off the bat
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Just so I could get Johnny a puddy tat.
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4 Mar 19


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