There's this boy
Who spits and pulls my hair
Who pushes me away
Yet cries if i'm not there
He kicks and he pinches
Just for fun
He steals all my cookies
So I have none
He trashes my room
And jumps on my bed
He tickles my feet
And climbs on my head
He locks me in the cupboard
And keeps the door closed tight
He steals my chair and turns off the TV
When he doesn't win a fight
Everything that's mine
Is his
I get bashed around
While my brother gets a hug and kiss
This little boy
Is a cute little brat
But he's still my nephew
And he loves me, thats a fact
Please dont use big words, i'm not as smart as i'd like to be.
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this is a realy cool poem, i love the subject lol its realy cool and i know what you mean cmopletly. great flow and good word choice, and over all great wright.
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haha, thats so cute. it describes Zaccy so well. Love it darl, wonderful work here.
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