Strangle on day of purchase.

My foster mother always complains

about putting up with my nasty ways

she says i'm lazy ,noisy and obeist

and don't know how privileged i am at the least

she calls me lame

and all types of names

 

i reply 

she thinks rather shy

i bethink rather sly

you should have in any case

strangled me on the day of purchase

strangled while still under 1 year waranty

strangled so you could live rather happily

 

she replies

rather wry

in a tone a little louder than a grumble

strangled babies are non refundable

nor are little  girls in pieces wrapped in a bundle

 

 

 

The End

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