Pleasant Parent
We have to eventually, finally face
The fact parents are far out of place
Unaccustomed to things currently known
Some boys never end up fully grown.
Boys will be boys we have heard for years
A saying used to soften so many tears
And poor excuse when you cuss and moan
Just because you wouldn't leave them alone.
Forbidden fruit you will never find
Each time when you whip their behind
What all boys will wish was inherent
Is ones in control are a pleasant parent.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Parent
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014
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