She lay in bed asleep
until morning came.
She woke up
just the same.
She got dressed
in her favorite red shirt.
She ran downstairs
also in her favorite blue skirt.
She said a pleasant hello
to her father and mother
She ate her cereal
next to her brother.
Enjoying her bowl,
she soon felt a bit of pain.
Just a bit to her arm.
Then she felt it again.
She turned to her brother
in an annoyed soft of way.
"What are you pinching me for?"
"It's St.Patrick's Day."
She rolled her eyes.
"I shouldn't give you a pinch"
"Why is that?"
"Because you are the Grinch."
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 9:53 PM UTC
She lay in bed asleep
until morning came.
She woke up
just the same.
She got dressed
in her favorite red shirt.
She ran downstairs
also in her favorite blue skirt.
She said a pleasant hello
to her father and mother
She ate her cereal
next to her brother.
Enjoying her bowl,
she soon felt a bit of pain.
Just a bit to her arm.
Then she felt it again.
She turned to her brother
in an annoyed soft of way.
"What are you pinching me for?"
"It's St.Patrick's Day."
She rolled her eyes.
"I shouldn't give you a pinch"
"Why is that?"
"Because you are the Grinch."
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