Like a Fox in the night!
Tony Nardone
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' Psycho Dad '
His arsenal was his kids
and the blues sometimes got the better of him,
to the point his face turned red and you had to keep your distance,
and if he couldn't get rid,
he had a little switch to keep us quiet, if not silent

Reason to call the social services?

These days my arsenal is him
it keeps him close,
though there's no reason to fight it.