Why is it that our children
look like angels when they sleep
but having woken up again
they'd make a devil weep.
Their little fingers can't keep still,
they always are in trouble
spilling milk upon the floor
and turning plates to rubble.
But sleeping in their little beds
so innocent and mute
we look upon their heads with love
saying aren't they cute!
good! i can asses your poetry techniques like that of shakespeare terms madam keep it real great work,i would be looking forward to be your sibling take it on strait to grater stairs of ladder