What’s Not To Like?

I actually quite like your child
When wrapped up sound in bed
Save when they’ve trundled through the day
Crayons painting the town red
Or screamed the house down and next door
Pulled tail on Granny’s cat
Wiped sticky fingers up the stairs
Left muddy trail from mat
When snot has drooled from nose to mouth
And sleeves,their spare tissue
Or oh my god, dare I recall
Their antics in the loo
And as for food fights best less said
As carrots hit the floor
Yes come to think I like your child
Now that they start to snore!!!!