Howling at the Moon

HOWLING AT THE MOON

That’s a whole lot of beeping

And not a lot of sleeping

And the boyz won’t stop leaping

And the chicks keep on peeping

And I am hard-pressed in keeping

   From howling at the moon.

Too much crying. Too much eating

And the boys keep on competing

While my writing’s not completing

And my Twitter’s never tweeting

My patience is so fleeting --

    So I’m howling at the moon.

Too much cleaning. Too much feeding

Too much whining. Too much needing

Never listening. Never heeding.

And the same Truck Book I’m reading

God. My sanity’s receding

      And I’m howling at the moon.

            From New York to Saskatoon

            It won’t end ‘til we’re immune

            And that better happen soon

            No, it’s not a pretty tune

             Some at midnight, some at noon:

             Mothers, howling at the moon.