As a kid, I loved the whack-a-mole machines,
Eager for those moles to come out and be seen.
Knocked them on the head with a cushion mallet,
Smashed each one as fast as the timer would let it.
Now as an adult, I’ve watched my own kid play,
When he couldn’t finish, I took over with no delay.
Never knew how gratifying it was to whack away,
Those damn moles after a stressful ass day.