Our cousins are trouble,
they have pushed the flower vase on the cat,
they have made muddy finger prints on the wall.
Maybe it was my younger sister
or maybe my younger brother
but honestly Dad whoever it was
It wasn’t me!
Our cousins are trouble,
they have pushed the flower vase on the cat,
they have made muddy finger prints on the wall.
Maybe it was my younger sister
or maybe my younger brother
but honestly Dad whoever it was
It wasn’t me!
I like your poem because it made me smile.