Daily Shouts (Poem)

Daily Shouts

The morning struggle between my son and wife,
Appears to be a staple of our everyday life,
When it’s my job to get him out the house,
He gets up and dressed as quiet as a mouse,
But with my wife, he covers his head,
And believe it or not, tries to go back to bed,
This, of course, doesn’t go over well with her,
She had to constantly yell to get him to stir,
That, in turn, causes him to shout right back,
That gets her riled up where she wants to smack,
I get that he’s a teenager and that he’s rebelling,
But why, oh why, must there be so much yelling?

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