Tidbits

During the chat

With an unduly worried Dad

Told there was no more tit for Tat

Said I

You mean Tat got no tit!

Sad hungry kid may throw a fit…

Said he-

When she got hurt- how hard he bit

Me the father was angry

Was he teething?

I guessed

He sent a writ that

His wife was bitten by his stupid brat

Itsy bitsy titsy bad kid

And you could see

He had yelled -Leave that tit alone son-

Why don’t you simplify your fun?

Because it has been bit of your stupid wit

Because that bitten tit

Will drive any Momma out of her wit

And outside the home I shall make you sit

Or may be just swat

On your baby bums, no Tat?

Why you wailing Baby Tat

You stupid stupid bawling bat

A tit is not meant to be it

Abused by a brat and made unfit

Have you got that?

So Tat wails more a bit

And his Poppa is crazed a bit

His ass on fire

He rages and rages and seemingly cannot tire

Mother also has her painful ire

She is crying a bit

And is about to throw a fit

For Tat’s teeth

Have made her seethe!

In the end we know

Tats will always throw a fit

If unable to try their teeth on it