5 November 2012
The weekend's just so different
When they are around
Naturally attention shifts
To the extended family he's found
I'm kinda getting used to
All the racket, feet-unfriendly toys
All the screaming and the tantrums
Baby boys will be baby boys
It's just that when the kids descend
Everything else comes to an end
A feeling of exclusion
From my lover wife and friend
Yes they're lovely children
You love them quite easily
You may be ready for grandparenting
But I'm not quite there you see
You know I'd never hurt them
Or see them come to harm
In fact if anybody did
They'd feel the power of my arm
I know they are not toxic
Forgive a sullen mood
It wasn't done on purpose
I didn't mean to be so rude
My sorry kept the peace
But I thought I'd write a rhyme
I think that all I really need
Is just a little more time
Different • Opuss № I