HIS SON

His son is one year old this day
And he still can't figure him out.
It's so cosy to make him laugh,
Yet the slightest thing makes him pout.

He wonders why this lonely fact
Seems so very true?
For sometimes he cries more in one day
Than he did when he was new.

But still to make him laugh just once
Is truly the greatest thing.
Yet when he stands and turns his back
He quickly starts to scream.

Why does he always scream and shout?
He's yet to find a reason.
He thinks he does it purposefully,
And waits for him to please him.