Two four six eight
Will we ever get it straight?
Ten twelve fourteen sixteen
Must you always be so mean?
Why won't you talk with me?
One two three four
Must I ask you some more?
Five six seven eight
For us it's getting much too late
Talk with me
Help me to see
Why you can't be
More friendly
You are mean
The worst I've seen
No in between
You're a nightmare not a dream
One two three four
I don't like you any more
Five six seven eight
Please don't come to my door
Up, down, fast and slow
All you need to do is grow
Left, right to and fro
I think its time that you go
(c) (c) 9-15-2020
10-27-2022/RjH
-
Author:
Raymond Hansell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 28th, 2026 13:14
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 2

Offline)
Comments1
A child's chant becomes more in this write and an invitation to leave. Well done
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.