Running with scissors...

I’ll run with scissors and pull faces in the wind.

And jump off a bridge, because Bill O’Brian did.

I’ll make you come in here and give me what for

I’ll Jump on the bed and slam up the door.

I’ll do what you do and not as you say

I’m staying inside on a beautiful day.

I’m having dessert without finishing dinner

I think I can cheat and still be a winner.

In front of TV, I sit close as I please

I slurp up my soup and catapult peas.

I’ll wear ***** underwear despite threat of harm

And yes, I was born inside of a barn.

There’s plenty to do, but I’ll remain bored

I have the chest, now where’s my award?

I’m won’t really mean it when I apologise

I’ll read in low light without ruining my eyes.

I’ve listened to every bit of advice

You know I’ll jump in without thinking twice.

I’ll cry over spilt milk and not hang up the phone

And I just can’t wait till my father gets home.

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