National poetry writing month

National poetry writing month
A month of madness

Monday, 8 October 2018

The little....

She has the longest hair
her eyes are deepest blue
She runs around the playground
and pokes her tongue at you
When she doesn't get her way
She shouts and has a fit
Well done happy parents
You have bred a little shit

Oh Mummy says I'm special
This child she shouts quite loud
I am Daddies little angel
I do them both so proud
My Mummy owns a shop
My dads a bureaucrat
Well done happy parents
You have bred a little brat

I never have to worry
My parents are quite rich
I have to wear designer clothes
Or I will scream and bitch
My Nanny brings me up
And buys what I do need
Why happy parents
did you bother to breed?









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