Yous are ruining my life
Belts an immature Geordie tongue
Stomp, Stomp, Stomp
Up the stairs she runs.
Slam
She shuts the door.
Thump
She throws herself onto her bed.
 
I hate yous
Screeches her juvenile lungs
Stomp, Stomp, Stomp
Up the stairs she runs.
Slam
She shuts the door.
Thump
She throws herself onto her bed.
 
You’re not a very nice mummy
Shouts the crying child.
Stomp, Stomp, Stomp
Up the stairs she runs.
Slam
She shuts the door.
Thump
She throws herself onto her bed.
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I told her she couldn’t have chocolate for breakfast