To those with kids, it’s the phrase from hell,
One that makes you want to yell,
No matter how many times you try,
You always end up with “but why?”

They look at you with such sad eyes,
Thinking you’ll tell them something wise,
Or even worse, they start to cry,
But still you hear that cursed “but why?”

For things done wrong, you start to shout,
When we were young, that earned a clout,
We stood there coy, we stood there shy,
And so we asked that phrase “but why?”

We were no different when we were kids,
Told off for banging on bin lids,
And yes, I often heard that sigh,
When of my parents, I asked “but why?”

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2013