I'M Only Two
I sit on the floor with the tissue box,
fascinated as I pull out not just a few.
How easily they unfold with each extraction,
don’t judge me yet, I’m only two.
I love outside, running through the grass,
Stepping in puddles, with mud on my shoes.
Exploring my boundaries, happy and free,
Why do they call it the terrible twos.
I like drawing and painting and making a mess,
Tearing paper and sticking with glue.
Life should be so simple for little kids,
Especially those who are only two.
I sit in the high chair toying with my plate,
The meat is too hard, not easy to chew.
Bored with it all the plate is flipped from the table,
Don’t be mad, I’m still only two.
I like crawl up on the chair to sit on a lap,
If I’m tired, wired, or feeling a bit blue.
A cuddle with mum or dad to lighten the mood,
It’s the best part for everyone with a kid that is two.
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