Children
They howl, piddle, and slobber
All over your new shoes.
They eat everything in their line of sight,
And you never get to read the news!
They think everything belongs to them,
no matter what it is.
It could be a rubber ball,
it's either hers or his.
They fight like cats and dogs,
and never seem to share,
they'd rather have the box,
than the toys you bought to show you care.
And even though they make a million mistakes,
and make you feel so old,
you never stop loving them,
because those babies are your own.
Copyright © Brooke Clark | Year Posted 2010
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