The Ignored Child

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You sweet little fairy, Why are you so angry? Why don't you speak? Why your rage on the peak? Why don't you smile? You want my mobile! You flying butterfly, Why do you cry? Don't waste these pearls, Like foolish mad girls, Don't make noise like a hen, You want my pen! You pink rose flower, At this midnight hour, You're still awaken, My room is shaken, Do you feel ignored? You want the key board! You lovely little angel, After changing your angle, You opened my kit box, Like a bull like an ox, With a hammer's stroke, Corner table you broke. You have taken my mobile, And made it a projectile, You have taken my pen, On the wall you've written, Now get out, I swear, Thanks God no answer! You're a sleeping bliss, Let me have your kiss, On the bed your piss! My wife, now I miss! She has gone somewhere, Daughter-in-law is here!

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