The Present

Her present was pretty,
As pretty as can be,
Wrapped up in red and black,
And neatly addressed to me.

My sister left me a present
And there was a 'tick tock' in my room
So I leaned in to listen closer,
And the present went 'tick tock' BOOM.

The walls are charcoaled now,
I'll get revenge soon,
Wait, there's one more bomb!
I'm going to be dead soon.

The counter gets to a dreaded 'one',
Another TnT bomb explodes.
She doesn't know who she's messing with,
I'll put bombs in her room by the loads.

My room is collapsing,
It's a wonder I'm still alive.
Oh no. I see another bomb,
Counting down to 'five'.

I think this bomb is the last one.
It blows up in my face,
She should know, when I'm messed with,
I'm not pretty, pink, and all lace.

I should have known her present,
Was really dynamite and a bomb…
Wait a minute, I think,
This present is from my mom!

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