Umorismo

Little Monster

My neighbour

Is as cute as can be

She’s two and half –

Or maybe she's three

In the halls,

Whenever we meet,

She’ll sing me a song

She’s really quite sweet

But when doors close

The neighbour’s daughter

Well.. I’m afraid.. I fear..

She becomes a monster…

She howls

She cries

She screams

Bloody Murder

Paint peels

Glass shakes...

Life must be awful

At two, maybe three

Thuds on the walls

As she throws every toy -

That Little Monster

Is certainly no joy

But then hours later

She will open the door

And it’s sweet little girl

No Monster no more

So how can I be upset

With such a sweet little face?

I don't think I will move.. 

I'll just hide things that break. 

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©ElizabellaJones