A frazzled parent wanted a genie
Was tired of hearing “he’s being a weinie”
Her only son was a bit of a meanie
So rubbed the lamp’s side till sheeny.
Later while preparing linguine
She was sipping a strong martini
Thought she saw the hoped for genie.
He told her the problem was hardly teeny
And “not to expect a trick like Houdini.”
“These affairs are best served by the parents
When their children are being errant
The answer appears to be transparent
State the rules and be coherent.”