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Rampant Little Sister
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Irritation I like thunder at night
But not when it's created by
A younger sibling's feet
It's hard to sleep
As she thunders about downstairs
Doesn't she have the courtesy to be quiet?
I still have never understood
How she can be the tiniest person in the house
But she walks more heavily than the rest of us combined
There she goes again
Thud thud thud down the stairs
Why won't she just let me sleep?
To all those who read this poem, this is no exaggeration!