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Such A Chore

When did love become a chore?

When did effort became so tiresome?

When did happiness became scarce?

Music suddenly sounds stale

Nothing is making sense.
You drag your feet but get nowhere 

And everything around you is darkness
When did these fall apart?

When did everything became such a chore?

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Grounded

Hold your horses little man, I’m not done with you yet

There’s a lot you have to do still I bet

You’ve finished cleaning your room, well that’s swell

But there’s still that matter with your shoes

Oh that smell!

You’ve been mean to your sister

So see here mister

Your grounded for three whole months

No use trying to get your way with that pout

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I’m Telling

I’m telling mom you’re being mean

I’m telling her you’ve been plotting schemes

I’m telling about what you’ve done to the dog

I’m telling her you’ve been keeping a frog

I’m sure she’d like to see your messy room

If I were you, I’d go get the broom

 

I’m telling her you haven’t cleaned your shoes

I’m telling her you drank all the juice

I’ll tell her about you shaving our neighbor’s cat

Oh! I’m sure she’d love to see what happened to daddy’s hat

I’ll tell her all about this and more

Unless you help me do my chores