Children Psychological Tortures
She's been ordering the kids around,
After each child like a loosed greyhound;
Since they have fine time for snitching found,
She shall continue to them all hound...
Now, she's instructing one "Suspend this",
Another asking "Did you just hiss?"
A Jack she swears shall in life fall flat
And urges the rest "Watch out for that!"
All the kids, at heart, are with chains bound,
Chilling clangs of the chains constant sound;
While they walk feel not the surest ground,
Each child, it seems, knows its own red mound.
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