Crushed

Go to sleep my noble son,
For the morrow will bring lots of fun,
And with it will come glittering dreams,
That will color your world from sky to streams.
You'll dream of traveling through outer space,
Or to be a successful businessman with a golden case.
You'll dream of being a gallant king,
Or having that uncanny ability to sing.
You'll dream of baseball glory and fame,
Even though you've never played the game.
You'll dream of being on screens so large,
Or running a firm where you're in charge.
Your dreams will be so big and gold,
These dreams will be with you until you're old.
But there is so much you have to face,
Like removing from your teeth the silver brace.
And dropping the weight that makes you fat,
And ridding the allergies you have from a cat.
Not to mention your disgusting face,
Which brings the family name to disgrace.
The girls would always run and hide,
When you came forth from the dark inside.
Your hair is also oh so bad,
With curls so large that are from your dad.
Your ambition is low as is your talent,
But yet you dream to be so gallant.
I will always support you my darling child,
To pursue whatever dream so wild.
But I know in my heart you won't succeed,
Even if you commit the most noble deed.
But still, your life will be grand,
And I'll be there for a lending hand.
And when you close those ugly eyes,
You'll know that I will never despise.
For I love you my darling son,
And I promise tomorrow will offer fun.