WHAT WOULD I KNOW?

Ten fingers, ten toes,

No holes in a brain-filled head?

Then I am content

That I am blessed...

Shoes off of the bed,

Bag off of the floor!

I suppose I'd be an utter bore

As a parent...

Dr. Spock aside, I

Am sure that if it doesn't defy

Their grasp, then why not

Let her hold it...

I will forbid my daughter 

To tipple, but doubtless she will

One day think to sneak booze.

That day I will buy for her

A fine premium lager

And drink with her.

I imagine so much would be

Bringing her up to catch up with me...