My idyllic world Of serenity and calm, Was destroyed by a gale That surely meant no harm.
Our little 'bundle of joy' Our son entered our life, And since then peace and quiet Have forsaken me and my wife.
When the first time 'sonny' boy expressed Through his vocal chords his ire The neighbors rushed in thinking Our house was on fire.
As a toddler I thought He would be the perfect boy Flashing a dimpled smile and And sharing his favorite toy.
The dimpled smile was there But behind it a devilish mind Planning an assault each moment On sensibilities of every kind.
Daily he would return from school With lost buttons, torn shirt and bruises I would wonder he was pursuing academics Or going on pirate cruises.
With him around, our house Looks like a quake hit museum, Without him our home Is a gloomy mausoleum.
Like a naughty wave returning to sea When he rushes into my arms, I feel fulfilled like a soul Which is tranquil and calm.
At night when he sleeps With his head on my lap, He looks like an angel Taking a soft and sweet nap.
Whenever I look at my son I thank the Lord Almighty, For bringing into my life His Haiku version, so naughty.
Without him my life would be Quiet, placid and squeaky clean, Alas, it would have no substance Only gloss and silky sheen.
If ever I have loved anyone With such pure, unadulterated joy, It is no one else but my super dynamo My wild and effervescent 'sonny' boy.
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