Aaaaaaarrrrggggghhhhh!

AAAAaaarghhhh! The summer hols. are here
I can't believe another year
has sped on by - I'm getting old
(decrepit, if the truth be told!)
Of four small boys, two now are men
I'll not wash behind their ears again
but the other two, now twelve and eight
are quite enough for my small plate
They're either friends or daggers drawn
and try to use me as a pawn
in their fierce battles to the death
it's ME who draws that final breath
When they are pals their souls unite
they're joined against me in the fight
to maintain order in the home
defeated, I must toil alone
Bedrooms become refuge tips
the house resembles one huge skip
toys cover every inch of space
six weeks, I can reclaim my place
if I live that long, can stand the pace&;#8230;..

When someone's friend comes round to play
I hope for a nice sunny day
so they can frolic in the pool
I am a poor deluded fool