I hope he's enjoying the carpet,
not allowed to sleep up on the couch.
Hope the floor doesn't make him too grumpy.
I don't want to live with a grouch.
I speak not of a dog or a cat here,
or a creature brought in from the wild.
No, what I am making this reference to
is my bright, but yet misguided, child.
I'll love him forever and always,
but what is a mother to do?
When sent out for a bed, he came home instead
with - smelling salts, please - a tattoo.
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