The Devil Did It


Robert: is my first born, a pleasanter child naught
Don't know from where the devil came,
it had to be self taught .

Ronald: is my second , a fussy boy was he ,
He lives a wild and reckless life,
and it didn't come from me .

Lee Anna: is the sweetheart, soft and warm is she,
But even here the demons swirl,
and beg to be set free.

Troy: is the tender one, he's sensitive to moods
Playfulness and teasing are the devil's foods.

Darla: is my baby, a complicated child, A person of perfection,
And a garden gone wild.

But now i smile and giggle at the symphony of life,
When listening to my children say
The little devil's causing strife. "again"

By P. Allin


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