The words are stretched
Over a long, nasal pitch.
Eyes swimming in tears
At the ready to stream down.

Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme...

But it is not given
And the flood is unleashed
The mouth stretches wide
To release another cry
And it is again pondered
When sleep will be gotten this night

MINE!

But it is not
Not that it matters
As the snot has already begun to flow
Just as profusely as the tears

Why a toddler?
What was I thinking?
It seems she'll never
Ever stop whining