I Love Kids

Kids think they love art,

When all they really do is fart.

They think it is sheer bliss,

When after a drink

I forgot my homework;

can't find it anywhere.

I guess when I was leaving

I left it on the chair.

I did it I assure you,

numbers

It's time to go

And before we leave

We try to convince my granddaughter

That her bladder she must relieve

We try to explain

We have in our house

a real black hole

it sucks everything up

and takes it to the south pole.

I'm afraid to go near it

in

SWINGING'

My son was swinging one day in spring
Became quite drowsy with the motion of the swing
Fell asleep and fell out