Though I seem innocent
I'm very much not;
I'm the troublesome two
And I have a plot.
You may know it
Or you might not,
It doesn't really matter to me.
The house I've trash
In less than an hour.
You'll tare your hair out
Before the day runs out.
My smile you can almost never resist.
My cuteness is what I rely on
To get away with the terrible
Messes I've made.
I get into everything
High or low.
I make things up,
And talk up a storm.
I'm the troublesome two
A nightmarish dream.
written by Evelyn Creon
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