Miseries Of The Young If you were a little monster like me, You'll know it's not easy being the youngest in the family. Life's a misery, if you ask me, Especially if your name's Mimi. Big brother grunts when I speak, Daddy almost always sleeps. Mummy and grandma love to eat, Anything from Human eyes to feet. Nobody ever listens to me, No matter how I shout or scream. It certainly is terrible to be, The youngest in the family.
Reason for writing:
It's a fact, isn't it, that the youngest in families never seem to have any fun?
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