Parenting Poetry

Kids the final frontier My life goes on without voyages outside My continuing mission to keep watching my kids get stranger to seek out new doctors, new immunizations to boringly go where every mom has gone before

I’d rather be in London, I’d rather be in France, Rather than being here with you peeing in your pants

There'd be no reason to complain Wild animals would magically become tame Everyone would win every game If all the socks were the same. All the crazies would become sane There would no longer be any pain There'd be no bad people to blame If all the socks were the same. A masters degree would be easy to obtain Every pine tree would have a candy cane All the bad drivers would stay in their lane If all the socks were the same. No one would call anyone a bad name You'd hit every target you'd aim Your shirt would never stain If all the socks were the same.