Parents
Parents keep us from having fun,
Staying out of the sun.
They don't understand us,
They tell you not to fuss.
The mother is usally soft,
Mine doesn't even have a loft.
The father is usally the ruler,
Mine isn't even around so he can't even be cruler.
The grandparents are supposed to spoil you,
Mine are dead so what can they do?
Why??????
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