Family, family, why on earth do we have one
They make you feel wanted but also quite put upon,
We wouldn't be here, if they'd not been there,
But if they weren't there, with whom would you share?
We love most of them dearly, but would you not say
They drive you all mad in an annoying Mad way,
They bicker or banter all day at each other,
And then put all the blame on their sister or brother.
Now don't get me wrong, I love them, I do!
But, it's a bit like wearing, an uncomfortable old shoe,
And like that old shoe, that is crinkled and worn,
You have to replace it, and another one's born,
The new family member, is loved and adored,
Quite rightly, quite rightly, but before I get bored,
They've turned into teenagers, sullen and grim,
And blame you; for all of the problems, they're in.
When puberty's done, and the hormones are calmer,
And you think you'd quite like, a holiday in Palma,
They then become adults, and you think that at last,
The problems are over, and are now in the past.
Your kidding yourself, of course they're not finished,
The hopes of that holiday, are more than diminished,
Cos, the children, all have, their own problems to share,
And you can't ignore that Cos you care , you care.
Lets face it, for them, you'll always be there.
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