Rotten Apple
Two broken windows
in just two weeks time
to that I say this child of nine
shall work in the mine
a broken vase and food covering his face
etiquette school for he is a disgrace
the frog in soup
turning dinner into moup
I will enroll him into behavioral group
for in my home he shall not roam
to his room he shall retreat
with walls covered with foam
I do but regret to this child of mine
shall be punish till he no longer nine
(This is Burleque style it is suppose to sound this way I am not like this)
Copyright © Malcolm Dyer | Year Posted 2007
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