Today is MN's birthday. She is all of three years today. On this occasion, I will dedicate a poem to her (Its not written by me, I got it from somewhere and have modified to suit her, so the copyright is not mine but reflects my feelings :P )
Gone are the days when you only knew
how to pee, poo, eat, gurgle and crawl
Now you've discovered the power
Of the prolonged high-pitched bawl
You make so much noise, you drive ‘em neighbours insane
Every now and then they come-a-knocking to complain
But when I plead, "Sing for me, put on a show?"
You toss your tiny little head and say a flat "No".
You’ve spilled, broken, shrieked, and still refused to eat
You have thrown things out the window on to the street!
You’ve taken red crayons and scribbled on the white wall
When you grow up, here are some things for you to recall
Some day when you’re all grown up
And feel that your parents are driving you mad
"Mom doesn’t get me at all!” You'll rant.
“And don't even get me started on Dad!"
I'd like you to come back here
And read all the things you did
At Tantrum Three, you drove ‘em mad abundantly
But they still loved you, you naughty li’l kid.
Now listen up, young lady, I'm talkin' to thee
You've reached the age that they call 'Tantrum Three'.
An age that drives many a young mom mad
While helplessly looks on, the err... helpless Dad.
I see you've started on the path
of terrorising your parents already
There's a naughty twinkle in your eye
Your gait's no longer unsteady
You've reached the age that they call 'Tantrum Three'.
An age that drives many a young mom mad
While helplessly looks on, the err... helpless Dad.
I see you've started on the path
of terrorising your parents already
There's a naughty twinkle in your eye
Your gait's no longer unsteady
Gone are the days when you only knew
how to pee, poo, eat, gurgle and crawl
Now you've discovered the power
Of the prolonged high-pitched bawl
You make so much noise, you drive ‘em neighbours insane
Every now and then they come-a-knocking to complain
But when I plead, "Sing for me, put on a show?"
You toss your tiny little head and say a flat "No".
You’ve spilled, broken, shrieked, and still refused to eat
You have thrown things out the window on to the street!
You’ve taken red crayons and scribbled on the white wall
When you grow up, here are some things for you to recall
Some day when you’re all grown up
And feel that your parents are driving you mad
"Mom doesn’t get me at all!” You'll rant.
“And don't even get me started on Dad!"
I'd like you to come back here
And read all the things you did
At Tantrum Three, you drove ‘em mad abundantly
But they still loved you, you naughty li’l kid.
