I'll box your two ears into one
Screamed a disheveled, distraught mum
I do not think that can be done
Quipped a grinning, impish son.
And if you do it mommy dear
And I then only have one ear.
I'll have to turn each time you talk
Or you will have to scream and squawk.
Son, let me make it very clear
So listen up so that you hear
To what it is I have to say
My nerves are all in disarray.
The microwave in on the fritz
The next door neighbors thrown a fit
About a certain little boy
That's you my precious pride and joy
Please do not say that life's not fair
As you march yourself up the stairs
I need a moment to unwind
Before I lose my bloody mind.
Copyright © Joe Murphy | Year Posted 2015