Hello, my name is Tae Karrah, or at least it should be,
because I take care of the things that I see.
I take care of Mrs. McGregory who tucks her skirt in her underwear.
I take care of Aunt Tildy at the Nursing Home who sees things that aren’t there.
I take care of the drunk when he walks through the door.
Everyone else ducks under the counter and hides on the floor.
I take care of the monsters that hide under the bed.
I get out my monster zapper gun and shoot ‘em all dead.
I take care of the dishes – no one else seems to know how.
I take care of the baby who wants his supper and he wants it NOW!
I take care of the mystery of where the cheese is.
Why! Who would’ve thunk it? It’s there in the fridge!
I take care of “Mr. Sunshine” who will “take his business elsewhere for good.”
He’s been saying that for seven years. I wish that he would!
I take care of the bills – they say I’m a whiz.
Do they really think I’m falling for any of this?
I can’t wait ’till I go insane. I’ll be as happy as could be,
’cause somebody, finally, will Tae Karrah me!