Poems 3

Evil Babies
Prancing round the night,
hopping to and fro,
these little dancing babies,
are singing in the snow,
they sing, they dance,
they twirl, they prance,
the little dancing babies,
know what they shouldn't know,
the evil moon a gleaming,
and a twinkle in the night,
what a perfect time to dance!
what a horrid, horrid sight,
the evil babies have made their plan,
they wrote it down in ink,
now all that's left to do,
is have a nice long drink.

Stay posted,
Nina