Here’s to my kids
that are driving me mad
If they’re not careful
things could turn bad
Their room is a mess
I couldn’t care less
They’ve lounged and they’ve munched
while I’m totally bunched
They lurk around
not making a sound
They wait till I’ve gone
And in the kitchen
I hear them bitchin’
All of the goodies
stuffed into their hoodies
Even the bread
is taken to bed
Then come the drinks with
bottles galore, there’s poor
me flaked out on the floor
The fridge is empty
the presses are bare
Whoever ate… better beware
They sleep all day
awake all night
This house, ‘tis a wonderful sight
Homework’s … a joke!!
they need a good poke
The washing’s a pile
can be seen from a mile
The dog’s insane
probably in pain
from all the fuss
If only I could put
them on a bus
But it’s all good
all good, I say from the floor
wishing for an open door
I’m fine, I’m fine
Wonderful, they are
all mine.
