Inspiration Comes at the Oddest Times

Here's a little ditty I wrote when my son was hassling me in an irritating but also entertaining manner:

Ethan, my lad, is a dreadful cad,
a right unruly bounder.
He'll throw you a rope,
then call you a dope,
and leave you there to flounder.
Ethan, you see, is a horribly
obnoxious little rotter.
And what is more,
he's a terrible boor,
and yaks more than he ought 'ter.
And so you see,
take a lesson from me
and like him at your peril.
He's a silly twit,
a right bloody git,
that'll leave you in the barrel.