You think I know nothing of the world
So your mouth goes on and on
Forever repeating the same ABC's
A is for articulate; speak clearly
B is for boys; watch out for them
C is for crap; whatever else you mentioned
I'm sick and tired of your alphabet speech
You leave me with no other choice
I scream the letters F and U
Not forgetting, to slam the door
On your prideful Mr. Teacher look.
Note: what I feel when my father "lectures".