Reluctantly she went out for the night.
Worried that upon return her home would be urban blight.
She returned in only an hour.
Her worry made everything taste sour.
She found Jake on the couch.
Watching TV in a half slouch
She asked where Tommy could be.
She pictured him outside running free.
She was told he was in his room.
If she believed in him, that is what she should presume.
She said she would go up to check.
Hoping the bedroom was not a wreck.
She found her son followed in Hershey syrup.
Enjoying it with their six-month-old pup
She hurried Tommy into the bath.
And yelled downstairs her voice full of wrath
When Jake appeared, she asked how Tommy got the bottle.
While in her mind him he did throttle
He said he had no idea how.
Maybe he milked a chocolate cow.
She told him to take the pup outside.
While she rubbed off her son’s tiny hide
He offered to help clean son.
Oh, if she only had a gun.
She said there would be more work to do
After licking up the chocolate the dog would have to poo
And to make sure he did not come in until the dog pooped another and another.
And by the time he got back she would be living with her mother