Aren't tantrums silly wonderful things
Spitting, screaming, scuffing and flings
Not wholly for the echelons of tots and the young
But brashly displayed by adults and unsung
A curious mixture of a dance in full flow
As the temper rages the craziness grows
Stamping of feet and reddened in face
Jumping up and down and all over the place
The collar gets tighter and voices fly high
Bass to soprano in the time it takes to say bye
And do they work, these acts of outburst
Well, only if I have the temerity to get one in first