A family's love is a very forgiving thing;
on occasions they would rather sleep but hear you sing
they turn a cheek to stuff in the cotton,
never truly believing you're rotten-
even when you aggrivate them beyond reason
all is forgotten within the season.
You are welcomed back with open arms,
guarded, perhaps, against your charms-
but don't fall for their fake words, fake wall,
because, in the end, their love trumps all.
Oh.
Remember, though:
they may find it a smidge untoward
when in their side you plunge a sword.
After all, forgiveness has an end;
some lines, some limits, just won't bend.
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