i hate holidays
you see cousin Ralph comes over
and my days of fun
are over before they are even begun
his tousled hair,
his cutesy grin
eyes so fair
conceal a soul as dark as sin
he steals my toys
fights with the boys
spills the table with tea
and blames it all on me
He
climbs
up the
stairs
comes
sliding
down
the
bannister
b
re aks
the ja
mb
and the one who faces
the glares is me
he once locked me in the loo
with no toilet paper
no water no scraper
now how the heck do i do
how I hate him I do
one day he put glue
in my shoe
there were nights that i wept
when he captured my bed
and snoringly slept
while i lay where Fido was fed
i hate it when he's at our house
this hateful ungrateful king of chaos
~27 May 2016~
Fictional
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