There's a banshee in our hallway
Man, she can't half wail.
There's enough hot air in there
To set a ship asail.
Her cries are heard despite
Having heavy fire doors,
I'm sure they're even heard
On far and distant shores.
The decibels are impressive
The sound barrier is no threat.
Haven't found a material,
That can block them all out yet.
We walk around with ear plugs
Hoping not to trigger
A strop of huge proportions.
They just keep on getting bigger.
I wonder what my life will be like
When teenagehood is reached.
Money I may need to invest
For a condo on a beach.
Unless the banshee calms down a notch,
I'm sure my mind wont survive.
She might end up being the only one
Left in this house alive.
I love my daughter dearly,
Truly and honestly do.
But the only place I feel some relief
Is sitting on the loo.
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