I thought it was considerate, my son inviting me
to live with him and fam'ly in their split level tee pee.
I'd get to see the grandkids any time I wanted to,
and tell 'em lots of stories about Captain Kangaroo.
But when I unpacked my caboodle of skunk pelts, oy vay!
I found how easy any welcome is to overstay.
And so I took my meager stuff on to my daughter's house,
and cooked Limburger cheese souffle for her and her fine spouse.
Next thing I knew the door was slammed right in my poor old face;
the EPA destroyed my meal, and didn't leave a trace.
Now I'm in a high rise with the geriatric folk,
and on my balcony I'm raising lots of poison oak . . .
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