Abused

Eat your greens my dear.

Had enough my dear?

Don't need to get

too fat my dear.

Now clear the plates

and wash them all,

For labour is dear

And kids are cheaper.

Sweep the house and

Clean the porch,

Hump the trash or

Feel my belt.

No need to cry

We all love you dear,

Just be our slave

and let us rest,

For grown-ups

Work hard every day,

to be a perfect parent

Your life is hard

but ours is harder

looking after you.

Now off to bed and

straight to sleep,

don't wet the bed,

because you weep.

Its all hard work

in this poor life.

We have to bear it,

so must you, as well

as beatings, to make

you cry and to know

we love you dear,

as a millstone

round our neck.