I come home to find him singing,
Heavy metal which assails,
The building with a raucous din,
That sounds like a banshee wail.
Then he plays his video games,
As if in some sort of trance,
Brimstone comes forth from his ears ,
He does a demonic dance.
As a mother I love him so,
But so I have been warned,
As often he sticks out his tongue,
And throws up the devil horns.
I try to make him a nice birthday,
Roller skating with his friends,
He cackles evilly and asks,
When the ritual begins.
Only does he get excited,
When candles light with fire,
His eyes go wide as he exclaims,
Cool, a funeral pyre!
So I decide to ask his dad,
What from it he can discern,
Do the other boys act like this?
Do we need to be concerned?
But my husband just assures me,
That all of this is normal,
After all he’s a preteen boy,
Perhaps it’s just hormonal.
And laughs it off as he goes down,
To that overheated den,
And mutters he must have misplaced,
His darn pitchfork again.
Happy 12th Birthday To My Sweet Boy!