Fritz

Mother's smell disturbs him
He has learned to talk
Without a single smile
He gets all the sympathy

Satin caresses his palms
Every page has a future
Spittle hinders his decision
He won't make it to dessert

A classy drink for a classy sir
Something a bit more strong today
He barely raises the finger
This is not a bargain

There's free space in the family album
She spells his name correctly
This time he feels more than love
She might choose the new curtains