Just so I stop thinking of this great line of Frank Sullivan's, I'll write it out of my system, I hope.
You ask What will I do tonight?
I have two kids, so play and fight,
twice each, with her and him.
I don't make plans, for if I did
they'd only change, because a kid
Rules with an iron whim.*
*the idea of the "whim of iron" is stolen from Sullivan.
I wanted to twist it so it would be borrowed, but I couldn't rhyme sensibly with "my will is too anemic"
and I didn't want to intoduce the idea of a will that's so scary it makes his heirs stand on end