Kids

by joetwo

I see them running about my place

Competing in a little race

Seldom do I see a face

Children, they are called

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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

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Holidays no longer fun

They burn so quickly in the sun

Baked like burgers for the bun

Then lotion on the scald

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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

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Children add so much to life

Like ulcers caused by all the strife

Apportioned blame, divorced the wife

And three court cases, currently stalled.

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