Now toddling child, where is your toy? Your playmate’s latest hoodwink?
Golden ringlet was the ploy, plundered when you would blink.
Now schoolboy once with sharp new pen, why scribe with blunted stub?
The girl who begged you share it then delivered quite the rub.
Now acned youth, now money crutch, I see you were deluded.
Hackneyed promise was go Dutch, yet still you are extruded.
Now man of means, why must you pair? Because you’re at that age.
In you hop to the dainty lair. Your vigour must assuage.
Now two score ten, there’s little jest. Your credit cards’ desired.
Legal missives soon suggest these nuptials be retired.
You’ll pay your due, though you may wail. Fly nest so they won’t smother.
Jurisprudence will prevail. Fledglings stay with mother.
Now toddling lad, now where’s your toy? Hid safe deep in your pocket.
Pull those ringlets, whipping boy! Then run like a f***ing rocket!
© Noel Loftus
Required birth registration will not boost fathers' rights
Noel Loftus is a fellow member of ward9writers from Mayo in the west of Ireland. In his forties, he is married, with two children, and currently works as a buyer for a safety supplies company.