Daddy & His Words

This poem is in AABB form, and as my other usual poems, has 100 words.

                                                       

There are many rough words,

        that are never meant to be heard.

Daddy has some bad ones in mind:

any striking, probably not be kind!

We all have, 'course, bad days,

that never ever go our ways.

Daddy'd have several all at work:

boss, he can howl at his clerk!

Daddy yells so much: it’s sad:

he can just get easily mad!

Workers would 'course keep quiet,

‘cause who'd want, start a riot?!

When working wrong in any schemes:

it's rough, at others, Daddy screams.

He’d just want a fast, quiet startup:

'else he'd cry, “Shut the f*ck up!"