Suprise, suprise
He's late again
No doubt out drinking
With his friends
Suprise, suprise
Look who's here
At eight fifteen
He's worse for wear
Suprise, suprise
He's throwing up
"Had dinner with friends;
No need to cook up"
Suprise, suprise
Look at the table
Laden with food
He's barely able
Suprise, suprise
I made you desert
But he's still too full
And tired from work
Suprise, surpise
You don't have a choice
You'll eat my desert
And praises you'll voice
Suprise, suprise
Look who can't talk
All groggy and slurred
He can't even walk
Suprise,suprise
I've finally snapped
You want to sleep?
Here, take a nap.
A contest entry
- You Don't Like the Dinner I Fixed? OKAY!! Take that and that! by Melodies.
600 points, ended November 16, 2007, 10 entries
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HEEEE HEEEE! Laughing and lauging...
Oh, I love the subtle way you kill him with the nap line at the end.
This is so funny and actually a true event, mostly, in many homes, I am sure! 
Well, up to the last three lines, anyways. Jeez, so cool, and you write fab humor! 
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