The Childhood Rules

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You break the glass and destroy the yard,

Ending up getting thrashing very hard,

You take the house on your head,

Finish the stock of Jam and bread.


You don’t have any stress,

And nothing to study I guess,

It’s your prime duty to play thief and cop,

Even if your mother scolds,don’t stop.


You’re so cute,

Your voice is as soothing as the sound of the flute,

Your humming of English rhyme ,

With you I can spend most of my time.


This poem is specially written for you,

Understood and followed by only a few,

It tells you never to change,

Be naughty and remain always the same.