6 Kids, 3 cats, 1 dog, Mom, and Dad

I must be feeling the strain or 30 second poetry.

Some sob uncontrollably and others take solace in booze
Instead I write about nonsense, that's what I choose
I engage half my mind, yeah I know, that makes me a half wit
Call me that if and when you feel it is fit

Read this quickly with nary time for a roll of the eyes
With much pooh-poohing and lots of heavy sighs
And send me a package with lots in it to drink
We'd rather have him drunk, his poetry stinks!