The Kind of Guy My Momma Likes

He gotta a lot of nerves, coming here empty handed, got them wet kisses but no candy.  I wish my momma would  make him leave, I guess he  need somewhere to sleep. Let me hide them Oreos, cause he's always digging in his nose. Awe, man, there he goes, dirty hands headed in kitchen, trying eat that last piece of chicken. And why is he always limping, sporting a watch on his right ankle, is he deaf, dont he hear it beeping. He just dont have no sense of style but thats the kind of guy my momma likes. I guess its time for me to go outside and take a ride on my daddy's bike.