All the night long too
Loving you is such a strain
The things you make me do!
I cook your food just to your taste
You stare at it with dread
It's not enough it goes to waste
You throw it at my head!
I choose your clothes with love and care
You'd rather look a mess
But then you go and make me wear
Your lunch upon my dress!
You whine, you cry, your selfish deeds
Why love someone like you?
You only think about your needs
Can't wait 'til you're not two!
submitted for Poetry Potluck at Jingle Poetry