A roar resounds in the play room,
"You are nothing for good."
Table gets flipped with a thud,
"Make curry very bad, bad. Bad."
A scream contest commences,
Unclear and unintelligent words exchanged.
Throws the plastic tea chups,
Attempts destroying her kitchen set.
He stomps his foot and barks,
He gets up and she takes a hit.
Warm tears run down her face,
As he yells incoherent imitations.
She weeps, begs and apologizes,
The mighty man's laugh echoes away.
He pulls an oversized belt and whips,
Leather makes harsh contact with her skin.
The children conclude the act and say,
"We will continue after dinner?" Brother asks.
Sister says, "Yes! I'll get some red paint too!"
Take off their mother and dad's oversized shoes.
When thier bruised mother calls for dinner.
--Written by MissAlmostGrown
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Poetry for a Thought Contest
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