Dud Sea Scrawls The Writing, clearly, is not on the wall!

Once there was a boy who asked him mom:

“Can you, mom, write poems
A little more
Happy
And a little less
Crappy?”

Now, now. Don’t twist his words,
Cried out the crowds
Out with their swords

But then, such pedantic corrections get us nowhere when we deal
With mighty stuff, of the adult world - full of zeal
Pages after pages trying to obfuscate what we feel

For the kid knows, what the adults forget
And the kid sees what the adults obfuscate

Let me take a breath
And use this time
To give a disclaimer
Lest not my head be put
On the guillotine again
Besides, I’m tired
Of forceful rhyming
And a break
Might work in its favor

It’s a very adult thing to do
Giving the disclaimers
And that explains
Why only adults give them

Enough break
Cried the crowd
Rhyme
Or we’ll shout!

Disclaimers are doubly stupid
Both unnecessary and insipid

For if you’re not claiming
Why disclaim?
And if you are
Why not take the blame?

Thank god I don’t have a son
Who’d ask
Why am I asking question after question!

Good rhyming, the crowds jeered
The mom’s wrath, they all feared
And there are rules to be adhered

Making fun, is the intent not
If you got that, thanks a lot
What? looks like I’ve smoked pot
No no, it’s just a mental clot

Point! Tell us the point
The judges they roared
Those who did self appoint
The rest are just looking bored

What can one say to this
The point, it’s easy to miss

We’re too adult to understand
Despite the kid waving his hand
We think we’re too apart a band
But it’s all written in the sand

The judges, they called foul play
Time wasting tactics, I heard them say

Do I plead insanity, they want to know
Why plead, I say, as I take a bow