You raised your kids with an iron fist,
Giving punishment for chores missed.
The rules were the rules,
Enough meant enough we were no fools.
You gave us morals and rules to follow,
Our pride we learned to swallow.
Then one day you mellowed out,
Now all it takes is a sniffle and a pout,
Because now Spoilins the Game,
And Grandparent is the Name.
Submitted: March 16, 2001
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