That King
He's a wild little critter,
He tries so hard
And he isn't a quitter,
Show him a new trick
And he'll try a hundred times,
Failure is not a concept
To a toddler in his prime.
That King
He's a good kid,
He always looks so innocent
When you ask him what he did,
When pots and pans are on the floor
Along with Kitty and Bunny,
He never looks guilty
Which always makes it funny.
That King he's a lovable punk
If there's one thing he hates it's a bathtub dunk ,
I think I know the cause but I'm not allowed to say it
So I will whisper it to you but please don't relay it.
His parental unit
They don't know Jack,
Regarding caring for new children
They are totally out of whack,
Co-sleeping with their kid
Feeding formula for a year,
And now they've moved on to junk food
We shake our heads and think, oh dear.
The parents shower once a day
And bathe the child once a week,
He isn't trained on high chair or food utensils
She feeds him by hand as if to a bird beak,
She denies her child Pepsi to drink
But offers him chicken Mcnuggets and fries,
He has little interest in normal food
Ya, that's no surprise.
Their idea of play
Means placing him in front of a toy,
Then his parents zone out on their phones
Ignoring their beautiful boy,
They rarely talk to him
Unless it is a reprimand,
These are three-degree parents
So I do not understand.
Now:
Momo and Popo
Are raising him each day,
On average that means 10 hours
Of education and play,
I won't allow that "Miss Rachel"
To be his predominant teacher,
I can't trust that million dollar
YouTube baby preacher.
King might grow up and say
My grandpa talked all the time,
Because Grandpa grew up listening to adults speak to each other
Not distracted by Amazon prime,
And also, Grandpa knows words
That are 150 years old,
Famous writers from the late 1800’s
Were the stories that his parents told.
That King
He is pint sized royalty,
Momo and Popo swear
Absolute loyalty,
To nurture him daily
And treat him with respect,
His parents are still in training
And it is our duty to protect.
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 8:32 PM UTC
I have missed a lot of conversations
In the course of my life,
We are a two language house
And one of those owns my wife,
She barely speaks English
Nor I, her own lingo,
Our arguments are silent
We only glare like Dingo's.
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 2:08 PM UTC
That which previously passed as night clothing
Has become daytime wear,
Oh fear and loathing
Truth or dare,
Showing up at holiday gatherings
Dressed as the family slobs,
It is nearly unbelievable
In light of their pharmacist jobs.
When it's the same ensemble
For day and night,
One thing I notice
It is never too tight,
It hides any bulges
So baggy and loose,
I guess it’s why I can’t tell
If they are a gazelle or a moose.
Yet, as members of our household
I feel a bit embarrassed,
I maintain a decent decorum
Although my wife is the fairest,
But even she cringes
When her son shows up in bedclothes,
At a public celebration
Oh, how she turns up her nose.
It’s not an issue regarding
Any shortage of money,
Others wear the same wardrobe
It went viral, but it’s not funny,
Their household income
Is three-hundred-k plus,
24-hour pajamas?
(At least it’s not us!)
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 1:35 PM UTC
She said a $40 haircut
For her one year old kid,
That's more than I have ever paid for a haircut
Twice as much than I ever did.
This generation of parents:
They blow through cash
Faster than an incoming tsunami,
Especially the first generation refugees
Those daily purchases bring happiness to Mommy,
There's no penny pinching
They got to have the best for their kid,
But a forty-dollar baby haircut?
God forbid!
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 1:29 PM UTC
Every morning I get up
And we go for a walk.
Sometimes we just think
At other times we talk
But I have to watch out
To where I place my feet,
Because a Goose that is pooping
Just isn’t too neat...........
Ya, that little goose ****
Oh, you know what I mean.
When my Baby goes out
With a stroller and the kids,
There are a plenty of distractions
On all kinds of bids,
Are they running on the lawn
Or crawling down the street,
Everything upon the ground
Sure looks good enough to eat,
Ya, that little Goose ****
Oh ya know what I mean.
When a Goose has fourteen chicks there's a heck of a mess
With uproarious honking that surely does impress,
And if this isn't enough to make you throw away a shoe
The Goose **** buddy, is worse than super glue..........
They get out of the pond and march anywhere
There's a trail of goose **** and it doesn't seem fair,
"Cuz it's not allowed in public unless you're a goose
While these birds are protected under Statute ninety-noose.
It’s that little goose ****
You don’t know what you got,
It’s that little goose ****
You don’t know what you got,
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 1:00 PM UTC
If Mika is like her Mother
The world is a better place,
If Mika looks like her Mother
Then surely, she has a a beautiful face;
And if Mika learns from her Mother
She will live in a state of grace.
Mar 28, 2025
Mar 28, 2025 at 1:39 AM UTC
Hers was a life
Of which legends are made,
She was born in the sun
And retired in the shade,
But somewhere in between
There was a fabulous rendition,
An exemplary existence
Beyond common tradition.
Her family was conservative
She always did her best,
Just follow Mom and Daddy’s ways
It’s safe within the nest,
But it didn’t fill her up inside
It left her feeling hollow,
And though they knew she loved them
She had a different star to follow.
Although I used the word conservative
Her parents had great knowledge,
They encouraged all their children
To attend some kind of college,
Knowing that the value comes
In exploring brand new themes,
Then taking the experience
To carry out their dreams.
Her dreams were like a ball of yarn
Just waiting to unravel,
With just a little push, she rolled
Into the world of travel,
Returning now and then
Bearing gifts of life and beauty,
And then that girl would dream again
As though it was her duty.
A legend in her own time
Within the family tree,
When pressed for explanations
She’d say, “Because, it’s me”.
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 2:23 AM UTC
feeling good
i count the ways,
the little things
that bless my days,
a beautiful sunrise
lights the sky,
each one is special
i don't ask why,
i stand in awe
a vision treat,
such little blessings
can't be beat.
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 2:15 AM UTC
She's a girl with good taste
And a woman that tastes good,
I'd take her home for a night
Or a year if I could.
She has impeccable passion
For the best things in life,
She might make a good girlfriend
Or even a wife.
She always speaks her mind
And she rarely holds back,
But don't put her on the defensive
Or she will attack,
She's as smart as a whip
Don't tell her a lie,
She knows 35 ways
To make you suffer and cry.
Be attentive to her needs
Give her love and respect,
Don't harbor complacency
And you'll always connect.
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 1:48 AM UTC
It wouldn’t look good on my record
If baby pinched a finger,
He is rolling around in his walker
I shouldn’t allow my attention to linger,
On simple distractions
Like the mobile phone,
A watcher using the internet
Leaves their baby alone.
It would tarnish my reputation
If baby swallowed a penny,
I would be kicked to the curb in a minute flat
And the charges would be many,
So I better pay attention
When baby is under my care,
But I’ve got some games hidden up my sleeve
That would give his parents a scare.
Feb 3, 2025
Feb 3, 2025 at 12:44 PM UTC