Non-Erotic PoetryThe Terrible Two'sAugust last year was a mystical month,
My parents got plumb awful news,
Though I don’t talk yet, I clearly told them
I’m starting the terrible twos.
Once I was good; now I’m naughty and bad.
I’m driving my parents to booze.
Nothing they do can convince me to stop
Enjoying the terrible twos.
People who drop by are fair game for me,
So come here and pay up your dues.
Never forget I’m just having a phase
They call it the terrible twos.
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