I am having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. It's all my fault. I'm just cranky. So, here is a poem to show how cross I am.
I am cranky, feeling sour,
Why is that, at this great hour?
For both wee kids are snug in bed!
I should have music in my head!
But I do not, I'm feeling cranky
If Ella was me, she'd get a spanky.
Ah, yes! Now I'm happier. Very therapeudic.
Haha, you said spanky! That made me laugh!
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