I have a Snickers bar that I'd like to eat in peace,
Three days desire grows for this luscious little treat,
Always some disturbance deviates me from my snack,
A quiet moment for this feast sadly do I lack,
Prepare the wrapper to unravel,
Crinkles seem to psychic travel,
A toddler magically appears,
"May I have some please?"
No you can't, no you shant,
This is Daddy's and Daddy's alone,
Now I have to listen to my child whine and moan,
Back in the drawer to wait some more,
My little chocolate tease,
I still have a Snickers bar that I'd like to eat in peace.
Anyone who has been around kids will know what I mean :-)
3 comments:
No kids here, but there is a tibetan terrior that seems to have the same psychic abilities and whine.
Great poetic post.
I can identify with you, brother. I sometimes sneak out of the house at night to buy juice to share with the wife. As soon as I sneak back in, the children's bedroom door cracks and I hear "…Daddy?" It's a hard thing to still the rustling sound of brown paper bags!
This is hilarious, yet so accurate.
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