I was told, son, while a kid
to never make a face
and be warned that if I did,
it’d stay in that same place.
Though my mother had forbid,
I replied with just a snort
and my nose, my mouth, eye-lids
continued to contort.
Years went by and as they did
my face remained unchanged.
Though the warnings were avid,
it’d not stayed rearranged.
As your father, I say, kid,
be wary and be sure,
I had luck, though not all did,
in fact I married her.
