Other people's children are obnoxious, spoiled and loud,
Their parents are misguided and quite unjustly proud,
Blind to temper tantrums and snot upon their faces
They seem convinced their little ones are blessed with heavenly graces.
My son, on the other hand, is full of strength and vigour,
Violence and bad language complement his handsome figure,
When he swears in Anglo-Saxon I give the boy a dollar:
'He speaks a second language - he's really quite a scholar! '
Brilliant write - everyone thinks their own kids are beyond reproach! Ha ha, how foolish is this.
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Tim-great to see you back with you sometime satiric writings.Sorry your kids are not like mine Funny and right on target. Look me up again