Twisted Tales
20 February 08 - 03:04
Stories the Folks Accidentally Told MeAnother Day in the Life of . . .
Once upon a mid day clearly,
Again my children were not weary.
I find myself all stressing out;
I cannot stop the children’s shout.
There's no sleep in this humble abode;
I have to take them on the road.
A stroll one thinks might do the trick;
Yet on my nerves they still do pick.
Relief seems but a mile away,
Why won’t they go away and play?
My head is pounding noon and night;
No medication wins the fight.
Stuff their mouths up to the rim,
Then take those children for a swim.
Wait!, did I wait that half an hour,
Or will they sink like clams in chowder?
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