Dysfunctional Family
In a pretty little house,
Behind a welcoming door,
Lived a perfect little family -
Consisting of four.
The father leaned back in his chair,
And sat silently thinking,
Of his wife and his kids -
He hadn't been drinking.
The mother - a beauty -
Cooked up dinner for eating,
And ate with her children -
She hadn't been cheating.
The son was a wonder,
His words could only sweeten -
With eyes big and bright,
He hadn't been beaten.
The daughter - a dreamer -
In her dreams, she was flying,
Slept sound in her bed -
She hadn't been crying.
I hate to admit -
I've been simply lying.
