If I were you, I'd meditate
On how to oxidize your mate.
I'd put HIM in the washing pile
And watch disintegrate his smile
As round and round the tub he span
Until he was well laundered man.
And then he would appreciate
He should not your displeasure bait
But self-comport with more concern
And for your better welfare yearn.
As for the kids, throw them away
And your bad temper fain allay.
Another kid you can obtain --
They're three a penny for your pain
If you are willing to invest
In snoodlums with your laundered pest.
But Michael and DeAnna?, well,
They're ultra cute -- it's hard to tell
If you could gain a better horde
By throwing them straight overboard.
Maybe it's better to retain
The kids and tolerate the stain!
And if you do, just bear in mind
That laundry blues will be a bind
Until the day you just admit
Your family is a mighty hit!
(By: Peter Joyce)