Makes Me Mad Marla
Makes me Mad Marla cannot help herself.
She was born with a frown along with big angry feelings.
If the first oak leaf that falls is red, then Marla gets irritated about it.
She wanted the first fallen leaf to be yellow.
If the first car down her street in the morning is a Ford
She is infuriated and cannot stop whining about it.
If she hears a word that rhymes with her last name
She wants to hit somebody
Claiming she is a warrior, she walks around lopsided
Because the giant chip on her left shoulder pushes her to the floor.
If her friends….
Who am I kidding? Marla has no friends.
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