Tooth Paste, Pajamas, and News
Oh, all the hosh-posh of things to do,
Before I can come home.
Never ending, until the clock says go,
Punch the card, and join the traffic flow,
Under a burning hot silver dome,
Dreaming of the little smiles I love so.
“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” rings through the air,
As my stomach is ever mindful of its needs.
I hug my little ones, and fuss their fuzzy hair,
Turning to find the queen of my lair.
With the beauty to bring any man to his knees,
I find the eyes into which I have longed to stair.
Forgetting the beckoning of hunger –
My little subjects too sweet to refuse –
I run around to sounds laughter,
With giggles begging to go faster and faster.
Tooth paste, pajamas, and hastily read news,
Oh, such a life, I wish to never lose.