Wild Child

by Kasie   Jan 12, 2017


A mini tornado,
Storming through my house.
I know who it is,
It's sure not a mouse.

Sugar on the floor,
Drawings on the wall.
Books off the shelf,
And disaster in the hall.

Crashing and banging,
And so much noise.
I can not believe,
This is just one boy.

A mini tornado,
Storming through my house.
I know who it is,
It's sure not a mouse.

By Kasie F

Just a silly little poem I decided to write.
In hopes of bringing a smile to someone's face.

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  • 8 years ago

    by deeplydesturbed

    This made me giggle!!! I imagine seeing something like the tazzie devil just wanting to draw and leaving behind distruction in a whirlwind of mess!! hahaha Well done

    • 8 years ago

      by Kasie

      Thank you

  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    With that, we agree entirely, Kasie.

    All the best

  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Kasie - I have one of those, lol. This made me laugh and nod along as I read.

    Excellent stuff,

    Ben

    • 8 years ago

      by Kasie

      Thank you, can't help but love them though.

  • 8 years ago

    by Em

    This made me chuckle and think about my nieces and nephews. A great little poem which is far from silly, I bet many people can relate to it.

    Take care, Em

    • 8 years ago

      by Kasie

      Thank you, I'm glad it made you laugh. Hopefully it will bring a smile to others as well.

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