***********Poem For The Off-Spring Of The Ring************

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A VISIT FROM YOUNG GLOOM 
There's been a young stranger at our house,
A baby whom nobody knew:
Who hated his brother, his father, his mother,
And made them aware of it, too.

He stayed with us nearly a fortnight
And carried a grouch all the while.
Nor promise nor present could make him look pleasant;
He hadn't the power to smile.

He cried when he couldn't have something;
He cried just as hard when he could:
Kind words by the earful but made him more tearful,
And scoldings did just as much good.

He stormed when his meals weren't ready,
And when they were ready, he screamed.
He went to bed growling, got up again howling
And quarreled and snarled as he dreamed.

He's gone, and the child we are fond of
Is back, just as nice as of old.
But I hope to be in some port European
The next time he has a bad cold.

Ring Lardner

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Footnote
The poet is NOT the scriptwriter who won
an Academy Award for the film  M*A*S*H

That man was  Ring Lardner Jr.

The poem,  published in 1915,
was written by the Father
and the subject of the poem
is the Junior! 
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