My Angel Is a Darling
I was startled, amazed, astonished, in shock.
At the defiant little girl, door refused to unlock.
It was her eighteenth infraction, a serious offense.
Her mother was called four times, things were a bit tense.
Her mother arrived, with excuses galore.
Little girl hit her mother eight times as she was dragged out the door.
She’s a darling! Her mother was yelling and shrieking.
What has happened to her? No telling, I thought, without window peeking.
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