I load up the washing machine,
Now the kids are arguing,
I make the beds,
While they make more mess,
One of them is fighting,
Another one is crying,
They think
"Hey okay; We'll just run to Mum!"
Homework never gets finished,
Though these kids know they'll
be punished.
Bedtime comes around,
By midnight, they're not sleeping sound!
So I take a deep breath,
Before I lose my head;
But these kids are now wailing,
'Oh! The joys of parenting!"
And I love them with all my heart,
Though one day we will part,
"They will grow up soon."
I tell the moon.
So while time never stops,
Enjoy these little pops,
They won't be kids forever,
So be a family together.
About the Creator
Carol Ann Townend
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