A/N: Hi! I'm back with more random poetry. I've deleted a good deal of my bad stuff, in other words, all but one poem. I like this one a good deal. Very, very, funny, especially when compared with 'The Last Time the Phantom Flew.'
Before I let you go, I must ask something of you. I gave up on 'That Sinking Feeling', which was going to be my next story, but what I wrote was horrible. So I have listed on my profile a few stories I might write, and if there is one that you would like to see, tell me. Thank you.
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or any characters affiliated, Butch Hartman does.
Ramblings of the Pauncy Patriarch
What was I doing here?
It had something to do with me being an idiot-
I'm saying I'm not.
My name is Jack Fenton.
And I love fudge.
But more importantly, I'm competent.
I'm going to be the one to catch the ghost boy.
You know, the one who isn't my son?
That's who I'm going to catch.
Not anyone else,
Oh, and my wife.
And maybe my kids.
Danny will be so proud of me,
I'm sure he will.
And we'll all go out for fudge.
Wonderful, wonderful fudge.
And chocolate, maybe, too.
But as I was saying,
I'm not an idiot.
I'm going to catch the ghost boy.
But more importantly, I'm not an idiot.
Though perhaps it's more important that I'm going to catch the ghost boy.
Who isn't my son.