Spoiled Brats

What if our children were spoiled brats Rummaging around the house like nasty rats, And to them our emotions was like cheese Which they devoured whenever they would please. And then they would go from room to room As to infest and to terrorize and to bring gloom, They think all is theirs to have and to keep And of course, rats do not care when we weep. But, what if those rats instead was our own child And us they have happily hurt, and defiled, We see and we hear them plotting day and night Here and there scampering, in and out of our sight. They think that their privileged in our home Freedom to them they believe is to wander and roam, And when you're not around for your own benefit They will steal, they will break, or they will eat it. All know that rats are best when they are dead Instead of hiding and terrorizing and stealing bread, And when you finally set that one mighty trap Rodents and children, will finally end all their crap. Randy L. McClave