Our Baby
We just pampered him a bit
No more than other parents do
Of course he has never held a job
And he is the ripe young age of forty-two
When he wants a sandwich from a block away
He picks up the phone and asks us to bring it his way
Sure, it is an hour and a half drive each direction,
But then we get to give our baby boy a little inspection
We see how well he is doing, and fix things that need fixed.
We would take him out for pizza, but our ideas are always nixed.
He is a teensy bit spoiled, but my ex-wife and I like it that way.
His lack of initiative means he will forever our baby stay.
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