Him, the P guy!

This relative of mine goes to bed at nine,
Wakes up and drinks at twelve, that's fine,

But when he disturbs our sleeping time,
I draw the line,

He's selfish to the extreme, does not care
who's there, who they are or where they've been,

When he wants, he wants, and all must comply,
agree or DIE!

Now, I'm not being overly sensitive, I care about
him, and I give,

All my love with feeling, but this 16 month old
can leave you reeling!



But I love him, all that I can, he's my little man!
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Posted: May 2022

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