Ode to a tiger mom...

My kid..a genius! I declared!
A normal kid...who plays in the sun and sand?
A kid who... not for pressures of adulthood... cared?
No! Not for me! A genius! A prodigy!..I demand!
My kid..must truly study ahead of her grade...
And in every competition...my kid..she must be first!
If her grades dropped, her playtime, I forbade
My kid should have such hunger for knowledge, Oh! such thirst
My kid...her accolades...her achievements...I love to boast...
And her failures..Ahem! Scream and Yell! She is toast!
And if I hear another tiger mom speak of her kid..boast!
My kid, I shall compare, compete, analyze..until she is roast
Scientific inquiry, mathematical genius, street smart...all in one
Art, dance, and music lessons would add to her repertoire
Coding, yes..robotics will make her the chosen one...
All this while she works hard at her escritoire...
Yes, chess and tennis and swimming would be good
Help prepare her to be an adult who can do it all...
Alas! When my daughter thinks back someday of her childhood..
She will find to her dismay... She was always an adult who did it all...
Yes, She did it all...but be a child and feel the joy of being a child...
My kid..a genius! I declared!