
WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND
Children are a blessing, a fact no one is denying.
They come into our quiet lives all wrinkly and a-crying.
Parenthoodâs a heavy task you never learned in school
And if you think it’s easy then youâre just a God-damn fool.
You take them home as newborns not knowing what to do.
Warm their bottles, wash their clothes and clean up all their poo.
Those little babes can tire you out and run you in the ground
And when bedtime rolls around you pray their sleep is sound.
You do the very best you can to teach them right from wrong
And feed them milk and vegetables to grow up big and strong.
Some kids are such a pleasure, they warm their motherâs hearts.
All they do is such a joy; you canât even smell their farts!
They do their chores, their homework, too, and never answer back
And when itâs time to go to bed they jump right in the sack.
Then there are the nasty ones who donât do what they’re taught.
Like Harry Potterâs nemesis they act like Lord Voldemort.
Theyâre mean to all the other kids like a dog without its bone,
A bunch of little shits who make life miserable at home.
They say that kids learn from their folks to live a proper life
So try to fill your childâs world with happiness, not strife.
And donât forget in sixty years-time, give a year or two
Itâs your kids whoâll be feeding you and cleaning up your poo!
NAR © 2021
Thank you kindly, Hobbo! I have lots of experience with the little ones! đ
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A nice, bouncy poem with a lovely twist at the end. Well done.
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