Kids, my god

Being four must be fun,
your energy levels are second to none.
And life its all about you,
but your always bored with nothing to do.
Although stacked up against the wall,
are many toys some are new.
But they no longer interest you,
so your mum she bears the brunt.
Sometimes i think you little r#$t.
but that's the way angels are.
There is always bribery in a jar,
but a promise of sweets won't go far.
Before you know he's back again,
playing his well rehersed game.
Saying mummy i have nothing to do,
and so the cycle starts anew.