Oh my your a pest of the highest degree,
your so full of zest and energy.
You run your mum ragged everyday,
and cause total choas wherever you stray.

But when you asleep and tucked up in your bed,
I can't help but kiss your little forehead.
You look so angelic so safe and secure,
sleeping so soundly you look very pure.

But I know that the moment that your awake,
You'll be leaving a trail of destruction in your wake.
There will be clothes, toys and books strewn wherever I stare,
not just in your bedroom but EVERYWHERE.

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