A poem that was written about eight years ago, by a little girl who was once outraged by little boys 
I heard a loud noise
I knew it was the boys
Playing with the door.
When I saw one fall on the floor
I knew he deserved it
But I helped him a bit.
But when he got off the floor
ZZZZZZZZZING!!!
He went straight to the others.
Oh, What a boy!
Why can’t he sit and play with a toy?
If he plays all night
Putting the lights bright
I can’t get a wink of sleep.
He wants to become a school master
I think he would rather be a monster.
Just imagine…
[Funny... Now I feel so different about them... Proves I've grown up ]
Thanks. No, there aren’t any boys… lol.. And we are more than four now … We are eleven.
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