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The Kids

FOR TINY PEOPLE AND WHAT THEY KNOW, THEY NEVER EVER NEED TO GROW, THEIR MORE INTELIGENT THAN YOU OR ME, EVEN FROM THE AGE OF 3. YOUR PARENTS SAY HE;S BEEN HERE BEFORE, AS HE;S WRITING AN ESSAY ON YOUR DOOR, BUT THEN YOU REALIZE HE;S ONLY A KID, AS HE;S WALKING IN NAPPIES THAT COST YOU 8 QUID. BUT THEN HE GETS UP TO ANSWER THE PHONE, HE;S ALREADY AGREED, TO A MORTGAGE RELOAN, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE YOU NAUGHTY BOY, AS YOU GO FLYING AS YOU SLIP ON HIS TOY. WHEN YOU GET UP HE;S NO WHERE TO BE SEEN, HE;S HALF WAY INTO THE WASHING MACHINE, YOU PULL HIM OUT AND TELL HIM NO, AS HE DROPS THE IRON ON YOUR TOE. HE SITS THERE LAUGHING YOU KNOW HOW THEY DO, AS HE STARTS GOING RED ITS A NUMBER 2, HE STARTS GETTING RATTY AS YOU CHANGE HIS NAPPY, GIVE HIM TEN DUMMIES THAT;LL KEEP HIM HAPPY. YOU WOULDNT BELEIVE THEY COULD PRODUCE SUCH A SMELL, YOU START TO BELEIVE ITS THE BABY FROM HELL, BUT THEN ITS TIME FOR THERE TEN MINUTE SLEEP, YOU WISH IT WAS MORE YOUR RUSHED OFF YOUR FEET. THEY LOOK LIKE ANGELS AS THEY LAY,GOD I DREAD THE REST OF THE DAY, BUT ALL SAID AND DONE, THEIR YOUR NUMBER ONE, TIME TO REFLECT WHERE DO THEY COME FROM.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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