Whoopee He's Almost 3
When he was two
they said they were through
since he was all
that they could stand.
Cry and rant, soil his pants,
there was nothing they could do.
They prayed for the day
when he'd go away
and leave them to their peace.
But that day was far away
as if in some distant dream.
Now it's 2 AM
and once again,
he starts to wail and shriek.
Their patience's worn thin
but look lovingly at him
as he finally goes to sleep.
And they foolishly think
things will get better next week,
perhaps 3 is better than 2.
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