Pointy Poems

Don’t fuck things up and we’ll be fine
What’s yours is yours, what’s mine is mine 
Just keep in mind, you’re only small, 
I’m three years old, I know it all

Our Dad’s a cinch, our Mum’s a peach, 
You do the math: one parent each
The answer is: Divide and rule, 
You dazzle Mum, I’ll be Dad’s fool

Yes, stick with me, I’ve got your back
For every problem, there’s a hack
For every reason there’s a rhyme
Make no mistake, this is our time