Hiding From Tattle Tale Tessie

Tattle tale Tessie is on my last nerve. She tells on everyone with vigor and verve. Before they do much Tessie is whining away. Wearing down my good mood by the end of each day. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah she whimpers and whines. Stressing me out before I have had my snack or my wines. This boy did that and thoses other two girls did this. Grating my nerves, she a down-in-the-mouth miss. Here she comes up the sidewalk to talk to me. I am hiding in my house, hoping my car she won’t see. She presses the buzzer for fifteen minutes, yelling “tee hee”. I simply cannot abide one more day listening to Tattle Tale Tessie.