My Cousin Bee Jay

by Korede Kuks   Dec 23, 2008


He came, he saw, he trashed my room,
He pushed, he shoved, he broke a broom!
He sniffed, he snarled, I stood stock still,
He biffed, he bashed, my drink did spill!

He mumbled, he grumbled, he kicked my door,
He grunted, he groaned, he stamped on the floor!
He's evil, he's mean, but I like him this way,
It's funny when my cousin Bee Jay comes to stay!

He's trouble, he's bad, but it works out for me,
His thrashing and bashing just fills me with glee!
As my mum and dad think that Bee Jay's the bad egg,
So I can be naughty and blame him instead!

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  • 15 years ago

    by kelleyana

    This makes me smile and remember when i was a kid. All that i've done weren't me fault, smile. Keep on writing, kel.

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