Christopher, my wayward-tempered lad,
your musings and your fumings make me glad
at least you use your brain
to think, to probe, even to disdain.
I think it was my greatest gift to you
I like the way you use it as you do
to question me, my wisdom and my ways,
I do not mind, I am, how do you say, unfazed.
I'll find the space to share a rhyme,
you know I'm busy, short of time,
for after all this is my busy day,
so while I listen carefully to what you say,
remember I've whole universe to run
and as you so painfully observe it is no fun
also it's getting late, when all is done and said,
so kindly finish off your prayers and go to bed.