All the footprints on the wall
And thumbprints on the window
As your toys clutter room to hall
Loud your noise does bellow
(I'm tired of the little fellow)
O you whirling deverish!
If I only had one wish:
I'ld pack you off in a sound-proof-rubber box
Off to Grandma's you will visit!
As the sound of silence reigns
No fights which we lock horns
And sweet the agonizing pains
NO! I'm not forlorn
Don't miss:
that menace who gets into things
and battles with brush to pants
How loud my voice can ring
To the questions often asked:
Denials to 'Who did it? '
Will I last?
But more I dread Ma's revenge on me
I've inherited the insanity:
She sent ME back to revisit! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
I intended to show the funny side of raising children.I do not advocate chid abuse in any form.Or abuse towards anyone for that matter.Children should be handled with care and love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the humor in this one! ! Caring and love show just beneath the frustration, subtle but effective. Thank you, RoseAnn