Terrible Two's

Today's post for the October Memoir and Backstory Blog Challenge features age 2.

by Jon Egan

Two years old and full of ‘tude,

Diaper changes, runnin nude,

Won’t eat anything made with Luv,

Instead I’ll scarf the worms and bugs.

I’ll stomp my feet, won’t wear my shoes,

I’ll hold my breath, until I’m blue,

I’ll kick and scream ‘n won’t lie down,

I’ll make the biggest stink in town.

 

But, when my dad’s around the home,

I’ll be the bestest kid you know,

I hear my mum, she’s tellin tales,

But, he’ll never see my two-year wails.

Once he’s out that locked front door,

I’ll kick it up and scream some more,

So drop that candy for my bribe,

Perhaps I’ll let you rest for five.

Eventually I’ll lay my head,

And snooze away tucked up in bed,
Yes I hear you through your teeth,

“He’s so damn cute when he’s asleep.”

 

I’m typical… In fact, you see?

Two year olds are meant to be,

Nothing but trouble so you’ll agree

The Terrible Two’s… are the worst you’ll see