And Fussers is His Name

‘Bout two foot tall.  A fuzzy head, and eyes as blue as the sky.
A belly round.  A butt to match.  A cute little sort of guy.
Who turned our household, upside down.  I give to him the blame.
Who’s taken charge of everyone, and Fussers is his name.

I guess I have to love him, after all, he is my son.
It’s kinda hard at times as I look back at all he’s done.
He’s peed on me, so many times, that I have lost all count.
He pooped on me another time.  He barfs his fair amount.

He wakes me up with nagging screams, it seems upon the hour.
He screams while I am eating.  Watching movies!  In the shower.
He takes me to my limits, while I play his little game.
In case you do not know him, little Fussers is his name.

I’ve lost my wife’s attention to a pint sized, ornery troll.
Our house is, now, a clutter since, our time, he’s all but stole.
He centers all attention.  I am feeling quite left out.
You’ll know it when you meet him.  He is Fussers, not a doubt.