Complaint in rhyme

Sick and tired

Immune system fired

Feelin so bad

But gotta be dad

Gotta stay on my feet

Watch listen repeat

Repeat repeat repeat

My life is complete

Now if I could just take

A five minute break

A snack you say?

It's right on the way

(If you say please

And ate all of your veggies)

Have some cheese

No? How bout these?

Try using English

And not childese.

There you have it

Happy now?

Take a bow

Exit quick

To the room

Listen for big booms

By myself

Check the shelf

Where's my lukewarm soda?

Where's my Yoda

To teach me the ways of the force

Of course,

I've got skills

Force of will

I will see all those teeth brushed

No rush

Take your time

It's your stories we're losing, not mine

Lay your heads

In your beds

So I can hack up a lung

It's fun

Rest my sons

Time is borrowed

It's a big day tomorrow

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