Troublesome Two

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