An unguided missile and a hijacked flight,
These were my son's emotions,
Post-school, confirmed by his restless motions,
Even seven hours of school,
Can't bring down that boy or make him lose his cool.
What will tire him?
I wondered on a whim,
How can I get him to stop using me as his bouncy castle?
It is definitely a hassle,
As I try my best to unwind,
After a tiring day at work that sucked out all my wind,
But here he was, my boy wonder,
Thrashing around the house to loot and plunder,
High as a kite,
An unguided missile and a hijacked flight.
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