Daddy’s a real devil

Mommy’s quite evil too

Martha – ever since you’re born

They only have time for you

…

Early in the morning

When I awake and rise

I see they’re already up

To appease your noisy cries

…

They serve me vegetables

And say it’s for my good

My dissent and rebellion

Are never understood

While you get all the love

And all the tasty food

Even though you say nothing

You’re always understood

…

They send me to school while

You have fun with them all day

They even give you my collection

Of action figures to play

…

Then they expect me to sleep

Pretty much on my own

While Daddy reads a tale to you

And Mommy sings a song

…

Hear all the tales from Daddy

Listen to all Mommy’s tunes

Laugh and cry all day and night

And play in the afternoons

Enjoy while you can Martha

You will grow up soon

We’re going to have a new sibling

Before the end of June

Everything is a mess

I’m in such a great stress

Watching these thrilling sports

It is hard to think

Even harder to blink

When there’s a team your heart supports

It is just too much to take

My poor heart needs a break

Is there a single game

That is feeble and lame

To save me from another ache?

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So these sports I then ditched

A few channels I switched

When they ran a commercial break

I gave up in despair

When almost unaware

I found a dull sport by mistake

Then my hopes rose and soared

As my mind got pretty bored

My heart jumped and leapt

As I almost slept

Watching how the batsmen scored

…

There were a couple of men

And other eleven

And all of them were dressed in whites

There was no urgency

Or even vibrancy

Finally a sport that doesn’t excites

From all that I observed and saw

It had nothing to cause awe

Five days they packed no punch

Amidst play they had lunch

And the match was declared a draw

Whoever says that old men are wise

Should really come look at my pa

He’s got a big head about him alright

But he’s as dull as some of us are

He wakes up before the rooster crows

He travails for an hour then

A tasteless meal of cereals and oats

Followed by a workout again

Off early to his meager-paying job

With scores of similar men

Walking, talking, feeling jolly and well

While we snore heavily till ten

He doesn’t keep any phone or tab

Says, “I’m no slave to merchandise”

And when he returns home from work

There’s satisfaction in his eyes

The only good thing he does all day

Is keep from bothering us

But occasionally parts a word of wisdom

And wants us to discuss

But we’re busy with our phones and lives

We snub the old man’s plan

Nevertheless he smiles and says

“Tomorrow we start again”

He’s off to sleep as early as nine

While our day has barely begun

For we’ve got to dance and party all night

And we stop to care for none

We live in the moment’s gaiety pleasure

We’re smarter than the aged are

Whoever says that old men are wise

Should really come look at my pa

When she cared for me

And cooked great food

Hated shopping and said

“Gossip’s no good.”

I knew that she was the one

…

When she knew about football

More than most

And talked for hours

Like a nerdy coach

I knew that she was the one

…

When she laughed at my jokes

Though they weren’t great

And calmed me down

When I was irate

I knew that she was the one

…

When I forgot to wish her

On her birthday

She didn’t feel bad

No sorrow or dismay

I knew that she was the one

…

When she read my poems

And declared them best

And never reminded me

Of unresponded texts

I knew that she was the one

…

When she praised my body

And didn’t find it odd

And told me I looked

Like a Greek God

I knew that she was the one

…

When she was ten feet

And her skin was blue

And everything else was

Too good to be true

I knew it was just a dream