Harassed mom

If I have to smack your bum

One more time, my little hum

I will lose it to the stars

‘cos you’re aiming at Jupiter and Mars...

Another whine, another yell

I simply cannot take the hell

Of “I don’t want it” or “No, not now”

When it’s simply easier to do it somehow.

The food is not poisoned, it’s actually quite nice

Even if you won’t taste the smallest slice

And then there’s demands for VID-E-ROES!

Sorry, my dears, you’re not being heroes.

‘Cos food must be finished and plates put in the sink

Don’t even THINK of raising a stink!

Rules IS rules in my house – sorry to say

When you obey, we all love to play.

(Well, mostly.This was one of those days in 2011.)