Dad’s become a child again,
Throwing tantrums and showing his disdain,

In fact on one such occasion,
My baby gaped at his aberration,

She seemed totally amused,
That to all our cajoling he refused,
Till the time she had to intervene,
To appease him and diffuse the scene,

His mojo in life was to only eat out,
Thukpa, chow mein or a grilled trout,

For someone like him the town needs to perk up,
Bring in more eateries for him to sup,
Yet this time the sleepy town was more abuzz,
Perhaps it’s waking up, not really as inert as it was