The Bard is spinning in his grave

Here goes..... an attempt at poetry:

TEARY KIDS:

No tears when they're happy

A lot when they're sad

They cry when they're mad and

They cry if they're bad

They cry when the thunder 

comes rolling this way

They cry when they've got 

nothing better to say

Sometimes it's real

and sometimes it's fake

Just give me some water

an aspirin I'll take

 

They cry if we say yes

They'll cry for a no

They cry when we stay home

They cry when we go

They cry when they're tired

They cry after play

They cry if they're glum

or don't get their way

When they don't well up

with tears 

night or day

That's when I worry

that all is o.k.