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There’s a perfect little house In a perfect little place With a perfect little yard That presents the perfect face
To the perfect little town With the perfect families Who drive perfect little cars And perfectly say, ‘please,’
When they perfectly ask, “Will you recycle today All your perfect trash?” And add, ‘Have a happy day.”
But the perfect family In this perfect little place Has caused a perfect stir And a perfect disgrace
Because Daddy was caught With the perfect neighbor’s wife, And Mommy was heard Threatening his perfect life,
And Junior got busted On a perfect sunny day, Smokin’ a perfect joint In a most perfect way,
And Sissy got expelled From the perfect little school For calling a perfect teacher A ‘perfect F-g fool.’
Now the perfect little yard At the perfect little home Has a perfect ‘For Sale’ sign That sits perfectly alone…
In the perfect little place.
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