Tantrum
He threw a tantrum
Flung the cups and saucers
On the floor
Kicked the table
And slammed the door,
Finally the voice of reason
Calmed him down,
A spoilt little brat
With a mischievous frown.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly 2019.
20/8/19
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