I Hate Cousin Ralph

i hate holidays you see cousin Ralph comes over and my days of fun are over before they are even begun his tousled hair, his cutesy grin eyes so fair conceal a soul as dark as sin he steals my toys fights with the boys spills the table with tea and blames it all on me He climbs up the stairs comes sliding down the bannister b re aks the ja mb and the one who faces the glares is me he once locked me in the loo with no toilet paper no water no scraper now how the heck do i do how I hate him I do one day he put glue in my shoe there were nights that i wept when he captured my bed and snoringly slept while i lay where Fido was fed i hate it when he's at our house this hateful ungrateful king of chaos ~27 May 2016~ Fictional