god help me what have i done
created two little bundles of fun
absolute joy twenty-four seven
my little angels sent from heaven
one is older than the other
the one that's just like his mother
temper tantrums and hairy fits
on his throne he wants to sit
i have my beautiful little princess
but its her brother she wants to impress
she'll learn the tricks of his trade
and then what will my life be made
ther're two years old and one year less
and have most fun making a mess
i let them do it, but mum gets mad
stops all the fun and says 'dad is bad'
it's only the terible two's i know
but i've still got two years to go
with wee man and his little sis
always trying to take the piss
David Alexander Findlay
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bad-dad/
