He shouts and pouts and kicks the cat.
He chucks things at the wall.
He groans with indignation
and he can’t calm down at all.
He spills his drink and swears at Mum.
He points and jabs and screams.
His face goes red. I’m filled with dread
as Dad berates the teams.
He moans and he gesticulates
with patience wearing thin.
It’s really quite the spectacle…
and that’s just when we win.
Joshua Seigal
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