Web of Deceit.

Dad if you don't tuck me in,
I'll never get to sleep.
Please leave your comp for just a mo,
Or Mum and I will weep.
You surf the web both morn and night,
Seeking pretty girls.
You never run your hand these days,
Through mummys lovely curls.
Please leave your porn site daddy dear,
Come tuck me in my bed.
Your puter has possessed you,
You've gone quite off your head.
Please come and tuck me in dad,
Our stories we can share.
And I promise I won't tell mum,
Bout your internet 'affair'

Author Mike Hill
(2008...now)