Today I rapped a rap
About taking a nap
It wasn’t very long
And it wasn’t very phat
(This here ain’t the rap
That I rapped about the nap
This is a phat sack rhyme
That I penned a later time)
I wrote it for my girl
And I wrote it my boy
I rapped it clean and fast
So the crying wouldn’t last
I danced back and forth
Like a silly, crazy man
Distracting the emotions
With a wave of my hand
A shake of my head
And a bump of my hips
A 40-year-old white guy
With spittle on his lips
The baby and the toddler
They were taken aback
All the crying was ceasing
As they heard my rap attack
A few minutes later
Both were sound asleep
Snug in their beds
Not making a peep
So I learned something
Early this afternoon
Sometimes a rap
Is better than a tune
I actually did write a rap about a nap earlier this day, but it was freestyle — unrecorded and unwritten, performed with much gusto but now forgotten
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