Children
A child throws a tantrum,
Cries and protestations,
Threats, then hesitations...
Waits to be coddled,
Before he's ever toddled,
Only a fool would fall,
For such immense gall...
Yet nursemaids come a'runnin'
While he's not even done gunnin'
To sooth his poor baby's butt,
Oh, God, this hurts my gut...
He loves to fill his Pamper,
Or cloth diaper in a hamper,
He was once full of it,
Now the whole house reeks of sh__
Okay, you made your point,
Threatened to leave this joint,
And all the nursemaids ran
Just as fast as they surely can,
I just grin and spit,
Never saw such a crock of sh__
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