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Feb 2014
IMPatiently he waits for mischief to arrive
Always keen to show IMProper conduct
It is IMPossible for him to abstain from lies
And other IMPlausible deviant conduct.

Sometimes he may IMPlode with anger
Preferring to keep this energy within
When trying to bargain with a stranger
An IMPasse inevitable to him.

Although small with a cunning tongue
The IMP knows how to make an IMPact
He will play, tease and mock for fun
You can't help love him, that's a fact.

There's one within each one of us
That IMPerfect side to everyone
That devilish inner child within us
That pushes every boundary for fun.
Feeling impish?
Christopher Doyle
Written by
Christopher Doyle  Wexford, Ireland
(Wexford, Ireland)   
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