Mad

Mummy mummy don't be sad
I know I've been really bad
I know that you're really mad
I'm still, at heart, a good lad
You just overreacted a tad
Sometimes you just need a pad

Mummy mummy don't be mad
I understand that you and dad
Are not gonna give up what you had
I don't wanna remain a nomad
Take me back and I'll be glad
I'll study hard as an undergrad

Mummy mummy don't be sad
I'm writing this in a notepad
I'm being hunted by a triad
They're coming after my gonads
Few months back I saw their ad
And... oh my f-!! ... EGAD!

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Above rant is purely fictional. I have not been kicked out, wandering the streets.

Bored at work, you know.

Sudden rhyming frenzy hit me like crazy, Daisy.