kj the dj

cory usually does such a tender
job singing to the girls
while tucking them into bed.

he often leads off with,
‘jesus, you’re my firm foundation’
and then sings
‘i am yours, you are mine’
in his earnest, melodic-ish baritone.

two nights ago,
i about choked.

the lights went off,
there was the normal little chatter
between the girls and their daddy,
and then i heard
it.

‘i know a weenie man
he owns a weenie stand
he sells most everything
from hotdogs on down.
someday i’ll change his life
i’ll be his weenie wife
hotdog! i love that weenie maaaaaaaan’

?!
our old kamp song?!

okay, i kept breathing when
he followed it up with soothing,
true songs about jesus.

but tonight,
he struck again.

‘wellllll, iiiiiiii (uh ho - i knew what was coming)
walked around the corner
and i walked around the block
and i walked right up to the donut shop
and i picked up a donut
and i licked off the grease
and i handed the lady a five cent piece.

welllllll, sheeeeeeee
looked at the nickel
and she looked at me
and she said, ‘this nickel is no good to me,
there’s a hole in the middle and it goes right thru’
‘well, lady, there’s a hole in the donut, too!’

thanks for the donut,
you bet!’

oye.

what’s tomorrow night?
99 bottles of….?
miss susie had a steamboat…?