THERE THE GROUND IS LINED WITH MINES!

Dad, I've told you many times,
Where you're running up and down
There the ground is lined with mines!
Why you always make me frown?

You can't tell tortoise from turtle,
You cannot them even pronounce,
Nor you know if the soil is fertile,
Or if it's rubble or even pounce.

Here's a booklet for you.
So you'll know how to do.
It tells you everything I know.
It tells you how to scare a crow.

It tells you how to make a pie
Without apples and with no rye.
You are not listening to me...
But this will be my final plea!

Dad, I really want you to grow,
Please, stop playing your silly show!

BOOM!

Dad, I'd warned you and now it's too late.
Well, I'll make you a grave with slate.

(Pasadena, 24 March 2017)