Abide, Parents, Abide Poem by John Sensele

Abide, parents, abide
Take enough time and space to decide
Directions and options on which to ride
Sons and daughters without imposing the divide
Between extremes on the side
Where in rational terms a tide
Intoxicated with nitrous oxide
Deeped into magnesium hydroxide
Singed by hydrogen peroxide
Teased by sodium hydride
Caressed by potassium iodide
Flavoured by sodium chloride
Swings, wrings, stings and rings your parental pride
But the offspring's horizon spans a wide
Spectrum that won't hide
The truth or proof of a glide
That won't deride the sanctity of the side tide to offspring's salvation ride.