Joe Miskulin

This site is dedicated to the stories of my father. I have the great opportunity to be able to digitally record his stories--as told by him--and give them to the world. These stories cover 9 decades, 16 U.S. presidents, 8 Constitutional Amendments, and a World War. These stories are told by someone who was there. They aren't officially sanctioned or politically correct. They're just true.

Funny Memories

As I was sitting here teasing my cat, I remembered a little song Dad used to sing to the grandchildren (and, I’m sure, to us kids).  He made a point of stopping when the child got old enough to understand the words.

I have no idea where the song came from.

You’re so ugly
Oh, so ugly
You’re just an ugly child.

Oh how I hate you
You alligator bait, you
You’re such an ugly child.

You’re knock-kneed, bow-legged, pigeon-toed, too
Your family had a curse and they placed it on you.

You’re so ugly
Oh so ugly
You’re such an ugly child.

He always sang it with the most loving of voices and a smile on his face.

Some day I hope I can sing this to my own grandchildren, while their parents listen–and snicker or roll their eyes.

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