Wolfgang Carl Poet Rhyme

Don'T Mess With Dad

My son raced to the bathroom
And I could not get in
He’s far too quick and wily
For me to conquer him

But fathers have their methods too
So I went right downstairs
And turned off the hot water
Then stood outside his lair

And I let nature take its course
For I was bothered not
He reaped in full what he had sown
His shower cold, not hot

Cold showers tend to be quite quick
In any land or nation
Eternity an eyelid's blink 
Compared to their duration

If I was so cold hearted
As to here be telling truth
I could not be called father
by any normal youth

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Richard Thomas April 2, 2023 at 5:08 AM Very entertaining and well-constructed. Although you are too kindhearted to have done this, I would not hesitate if the problem recurred. (Then would probably be hauled off to the pokey for child abuse.).

Fin Chuuk February 23, 2023 at 7:39 PM Well, it sounds like your a great dad :)

J. Summers February 10, 2023 at 7:48 AM Fun poem, liked the flow too. John