Nasty ol' Mable
Was rude at the table
To her parents and brother and sis
For her to behave
was the one thing they craved
For it was they're only wish
Mashed potatoes on the door
Green beans on the floor
Oh what were they going to do
Though they had wept
They had to accept
That the girl was only two
Hi! First poem. I'm 11 and so could you tell me how I did? Thanks