Mom and Dad, Why so Bad?
"Argh..." a dark robed man opened the door and stepped inside his house, stretching out his arms.
By the looks of his demeanor, it looked like he caused many harms.
The man put up his claw-y gloves, his backpack and gun.
It seems he was out not being very fun.
"Amelie." said the man as he stretch out his legs and then his chest.
Trying to make sure his welcome was the best.
And out came a woman, thin and very tall.
With a tray of spaghetti, which seemed ready to fall.
"Dinner's in my hands, and you are very late." said Widowmaker, ready to pout.
But before she could say anything, the man was already heading out.
"I was out working, maybe you should do that sometime." the man grumbled and sat down.
Widowmaker only grunted and gave a small frown.
"Well I would do it if we did not have a fils." said the woman as she pointed to a lad,
who looked at the spaghetti and seemed very glad.
"What were you doing dad?" asked the young boy, "Did you fix any cool cars today?"
The man shook his head and sighed, "Not many, kid, I must say."
Widowmaker looked at the man and sat down, "Gabriel, do you need another meatball?"
"Nope." Reaper responded, "Just more spinach is all."
The woman put the leafy greens on his plate, and with a smile looked at her son.
"Are you liking the spaghetti?" Widowmaker asked, "And give your broccoli a quick run."
"But I hate broccoli." the kid growled and knocked it off the plate.
And the black dog under them picked up before it was too late.
Widowmaker grumbled and looked at Reaper, who with a shrug and grunt.
Took the full brunt.
"Listen to your madre." said the man in a low voice.
Then gave him more of the greens, without any choice.
"I do not want them, I do not." the son grumbled and kicked them and spat.
Before long it became food for the cat.
"Roland Pascual Lacroix Reyes!" yelled Widowmaker, "You'd best eat those greens right now!"
Her son only growled and ruffled his brow.
"Eat these greens!" the woman growled again and set down some more greens, spinach too.
And once more the kid kicked it down, and saw as they fed the cockatoo.
The son grumbled and looked at his mom, "Mom and Dad!"
He looked at the vegetables, "Why are these so bad!?"
"I do not want to hear another word." Widowmaker scolded and put another batch in his plate.
"Now you'd better eat these, it's getting very late-"
The son, however, did not bother to say,
when he would throw those greens right off his tray.
"That is enough!" Reaper yelled, tired of his son, "Listen here, you'd best hear your madre."
He clenched his fist and pointed at the kid, "Or you'll have to deal with your padre!"
And with a forceful grab he thew some broccoli on his plate and glared.
Reaper looked at his son, not a smile from him as he stared.
"Go on, I am waiting." Widowmaker said as she tapped her foot, "Just eat them and you're free."
The woman smirked, "But if you don't, tonight no TV."
"What?" Reaper asked, "But the boxing match is tonight." he informed and looked.
"And I really want to see Cortaza get cooked!
"Did you not hear me?" asked Widowmaker, "I said no TV for tonight."
"If you get to watch it, he will think it's alright."
"But did you not hear me?" Reaper responded, "It's Martinez vs Cortaza, and I wanna see."
With a grunt and growl, he glared angrily.
"I do not care if it's the King of France and the Pope." Widowmaker repeated,
"Watching TV is now a big Nope."
"Dumb brat." Reaper grumbled to his son, "If you hadn't been so picky-"
"Well those things are nasty!" his son spoke back, "They're oh so icky!"
"Listen here you-" Reaper stopped when he was scowled by his wife.
Now he had done it, it was a fight for his life.
"Don't talk to Roland like that!" Widowmaker scolded, "It's not like you are a saint."
"I never said I was." Reaper growled, "Says the one covered in purple paint."
That was it, she was mad.
"You better be glad Roland was here, or this would turn bad!"
"It wouldn't have turned into anything if you had let me seen the fight!"
Reaper looked at the TV, "Come on, it's only tonight!"
"N-O! No!" Widowmaker responded and crossed her arms.
"Now you'd best be heading upstairs and set your alarms!"
"I will not do that!" Reaper stood up and slammed the table.
"I will watch the fight. I am willing and able!"
"You will go nowhere!" Widowmaker also stood up, "Mon cher!"
"Now you'd best calm down and sit down on that chair!"
Their son saw as the two argued and almost ran.
But then looked at the vegetables and got a brilliant plan.
"Don't bring that here." Reaper growled, "Ok! In sickness and health!"
"Except when Martinez can bring home the belt!"
"Well you will not see that!" Widowmaker responded, "And if that's so bad."
"Wait till you hear what I have planned for Monday, oh so sad!"
"You better not get into my birdwatching." Reaper grumbled, "Or I will bring home the pain."
"Well looks like you'll join us in my bookclub." Widowmaker answered, "And not picture a crane!"
With his parents arguing and shouting curses, the boy walked in and out.
Neither mom or dad noticed, they were too into their bout.
The boy grabbed piece by piece of the green.
Feeding his dog, cat, cockatoo, and even the hamster, all without being seen.
"What I say is done!" Widowmaker crossed her arms, "No TV for tonight."
"No fun, no boxing." she turned to her son, "Isn't that right-"
The two stopped and saw that the boy had finished his food and some more.
"What?" Widowmaker looked, "Did you eat all that I bought from the store?"
The boy nodded and grinned, then looked at his dad.
"I guess vegetable aren't all really bad."
Reaper nodded and looked at Widowmaker, "Well, he finished his meal."
"You got lucky." Widowmaker crossed her arms, "I guess you will watch your men of steel."
Reaper chuckled and looked at his son, "Good job, boy."
"Now go watch TV... and hey." he whispered, "I may buy you a toy."
"Nice!" the son laughed and went his own way,
To watch television and start to play.
"Back to my duties." Reaper looked at Widowmaker, "And if someone may join me they can."
"Because if I watch this alone, well, I am a lonely man."
"Fine." Widowmaker smiled and took his hand, "But let's not stay up too late."
"Don't worry." Reaper shrugged it off, "Oh this match will be great."
As the two sat down, they started to feel odd.
It smelled like grass, fresh pasture, or sod.
"What in the world?" Reaper looked around and reached in the sofa, "Ewww.."
He looked at the broccoli, which looked wet as a stew.
"Oh my..." Widowmaker gasped as she looked ahead, not a pretty sight was seen.
The dog, the cat, the cockatoo, and the gerbil were all covered in green!
"What the heck!?" Reaper growled as he grabbed the dog, "Paco? Cauchemar?" he grabbed the cat.
"Fillip?" he looked at his bird, "Leon? You too, you small rat?!"
With an angry yell and at the same time, like they were in a band.
Both Reaper and Widowmaker yelled: "ROLAND!"