by joetwo

I see them running about my place

Competing in a little race

Seldom do I see a face

Children, they are called


One evening we were in the house

Them nibbling crumbs as if a mouse

One hit the next, the little louse

My god, how they bawled


Holidays no longer fun

They burn so quickly in the sun

Baked like burgers for the bun

Then lotion on the scald


School time as well, leaves us stressed

It takes three hours to get them dressed

Then some peace, we know is blessed

Until the principle has called


Children add so much to life

Like ulcers caused by all the strife

Apportioned blame, divorced the wife

And three court cases, currently stalled.