The Depth And Strength Of My Thunder Poem by John Sensele

I wonder why he gets me so angry
Wishing I could spank his bottom
When my belly he makes hungry
Maybe I should send the buffoon to Tom

Who can teach him good manners
Which in him mom didn't inculcate
Maybe that's why in my works he throws spanners
Best for me if his rough edges I placate

Or else the stage of rage grows worse
The more I neglect emotional intelligence
To feed into my rational mind a verse
That in the end meets my sanity's exigence

Preventing lead from my nine millimetres
From sending him six feet under
If within my mind he should steal a few more nanometres
Given the depth and strength of my thunder.