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Play Date
He hogs all my toys
and he rushes around.
He stamps with his feet
and he spits on the ground.
He’s scatty and tatty
and slathered with snot.
He says he’s the boss
though I tell him he’s not.
We sit in the sandpit:
I’m covered in sand.
He snatches the ice cream
straight out of my hand.
He jumps off the sofa
and teases the cat.
He bites and he burps
and behaves like a brat.
I’ve never met someone
with manners as poor –
I don’t think I’ll play
with my dad anymore.
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