My apologies to anyone irked by the asterisk, but I never know who's Googling their way to this site. Anyway, this is just about the most famous poem on parenting, or at least it should be.
This Be the Verse
They f*ck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were f*cked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.