The Wizard at Our House

A wizard came to visit us
He told me that his name was Mark
He says he came here on the bus

He is a very selfish guest.
If irritation is his plan,
I think that he must be the best.

He likes to write things on my wall
And leave toys out to give Dad pain
When he walks barefoot down the hall.

He leaves the toilet seat upright
And never ever flushes it
Which makes mom scream out the night!

Dad says that wizards don’t exist
When I blame everything on Mark;
It makes him mad when I insist.

That he’s a wizard’s plain to see
‘Cause he’s cast spells on Mom and Dad
That makes them think that he is me.


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