Sleepover
She complains she’s bored,
We went to the mall
Then swimming
She looks at pictures
Then starts to draw
Even though I told her there’s not much to do
But she still wanted to come.
So stop complaining it’s not my fault!
You don’t want to do anything I suggest
And I don’t like your suggestions
But we do them anyways
So stop complaining please!
It makes me feel bad.
6-15-09
Copyright © Rhonda Osheim | Year Posted 2009
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