He’s overwhelmed and overdrawn,
His sense and wits have long since gone.
Though rationality forbids,
His wife asked him to watch the kids.
She calls it parenting, no doubt.
But clueless, he is fizzling out.
He moans and groans to pitch a fit
And says he has to babysit.
It feels like days, he tells the guys,
While entertaining tots pint-size.
At last, he hears the creaking door.
She just went to the grocery store.
c2015 by Linda Ann
Nickerson
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Vintage/public domain artwork
Well what was she thinking having quadruplets anyway?
ReplyDeleteOf course the poor guy is "fizzling out."