My darling children, from when you wake up
I take a sip from my steaming cup
Countdown begins to and Hour that will come
the seconds beat within my heart like a drum
the time of the day that I’ve learnt to dread
it makes the blood thunder in my head
No one has power
A time for all Seasons
this Insanity has no reasons
From playing well together at around 3 pm
the crescendo is slow and it builds like REM
it doesn’t start with any particular note
perhaps it’s from one swirling dust mote
“It’s MINE!’ is the most oft repeated refrain
and I’m sure we’ll hear it again
and then it swiftly escalates to a blow
the thump on flesh where a bruise will show
whether you’re knocking each other with soft toys
or fighting about which one belongs to the boys
It’s upon us, this new Hour, we’ve reached Destination
(one that didn’t exist in my previous incarnation)
Through all your screaming and your tears
I’ve realized one of life’s greatest fears:
There is no one else I would pay
to see you this way.
The thin veneer of human I’ve managed to paste
over the crazy animal you are, is not a waste
as Time marches on I know you will learn
the voice that I use can be described as ‘stern’
and your little bums will be on fire
I am a Wooden Spoon for hire
Yes! That’s the anecdote to your poison
‘an eye for an eye’ we can all get our noise on!
My name is Mommy, hear me roar!
Feel my wrath! It’s gonna be sore!
Tuck you in, I will, like a robot be
I want to love you again tomorrow, don’t make me count to three.