I have a poem that relates to parenting…actually, it relates to a child who is hyperactive. Hope you like it:
wiggle and squiggle
you wiggle and squiggle
and squirm in your seat
if you don’t sit still
you wont get a treat
you squeak and squak
and talk all the time
if you cant be quiet
you wont get a dime
you tease and squeeze
and bother your neighbor
if you don’t mind your business
you’ll have to do labor
you try to please
and play so nice
you want to be good
but cant do it twice
you talk to doctors
and talk to dad
even the dog doesnt
know why your so bad
some say its a problem
in your brain
like having no conductor
driving a train
others say its normal
and not to worry
just be a kid
dont try to hurry
it is so confusing
but one thing is clear
my family loves me
from here to here
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