Tell them to go to bed,
They'll do it when they are ready,
And not before;
Ask them to do chores,
They won't do them at all;
Do they have homework?
We'll do it in six weeks;
Clean their rooms,
One minute equals when they can't see the floor;
Ask them to get ready to go out,
They will do nothing but shout;
Ask them not to moan,
And they let out one big GROAN!
Tell them it's time for lunch,
It will turn into fight time with a punch!
I wonder if they will do it at all,
Instead of having a ball!
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Carol Townend
Fiction, Horror, Sex, Love, Mental Health, Children's fiction and more. You'll find many stories in my profile. I don't believe in sticking with one Niche! I write, but I also read a lot too.
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Two Wrinkles In Time
It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
By Lily Séjor6 days ago in Fiction
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Nice
Cool poem & loved it!!!💕❤️❤️
Darn kids will be kids! 😂