Leaving room for errors always seems wise,

until there are mistakes sleeping on every sofa in your house.

Eating up the food, leaving crumbs for the mouse

Giving not a thought to how much you may shout

Giving not a care to how much you may pout

Dispensing all the filth little bodies can dish out

Two roads can be taken, an afterthought now

I shall have kids

Or I shall have couch