by Ogden Nash
May I join you in the doghouse, Rover?
I wish to retire till the party's over.
Since three o'clock I've done my best
To entertain each tiny guest.
My conscience now I've left behind me,
I told them tales of magic lands,
Of similarities there's lots
Oh, progeny playing by itself
Shunned are the games a parent proposes,
Their joy needs another woe's to cushion it,
And inform the assembly with tears and glares
But not till after the party's over,
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