Stomp, Stomp, Stomp

Is there a life stage called furious fives?

Yous are ruining my life

Belts an immature Geordie tongue

Stomp, Stomp, Stomp

Up the stairs she runs.

Slam

She shuts the door.

Thump

She throws herself onto her bed.

 

I hate yous

Screeches her juvenile lungs

Stomp, Stomp, Stomp

Up the stairs she runs.

Slam

She shuts the door.

Thump

She throws herself onto her bed.

 

You’re not a very nice mummy

Shouts the crying child.

Stomp, Stomp, Stomp

Up the stairs she runs.

Slam

She shuts the door.

Thump

She throws herself onto her bed.

 

 

 

I told her she couldn’t have chocolate for breakfast