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Troublemakers 2X

April 18, 2011

I am the one your mother warned you about.

Why are we such trouble when we are out?

We flee happily with no cares.

Giggling at everything, gathering stares.

No trite pretensions will rule us,

On to things most adventurous,

We disgust others when we are bored.

Ha! I don’t care, they will be ignored.

Then it’s time to go and say goodbye,

Our bed is calling its sweet lullaby.

Fools we be by the end of the night,

In the morning we wake, Oh what a sight!

Does that stop our fun, our plans for more?

Not even the worst headache or body sore.

Looking forward to our next escape, my dear,

It will be awesome as long as you’re near.


From → Poetry, Writing

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