That's My Boy by Liniloo

He's at it again with his grunt and groans,
He stomps his feet when he moans.
His hormones are rushing at a rapid rate,
Trying to find their loving mate!

Ha! What a laugh to watch him sulk,
Hands in his pockets as he does his walk.
With spots on his chin, and an absent grin,
Pent-up emotions held within.

He stays in his bed, his room in a mess,
Does this really bother him?
No! He couldn't care less!

Oh hurry up hormones,
Sort yourselves out,
I'm fed up with all the screams and shouts!

(C) Liniloo

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