The Devil Is My Dad - Poem by Lucy Lll
If the Devil is my Dad,
Then what does that make me?
Knock knock at the door,
I invite him in for tea.
The Devil's sitting on my chair,
he's watching my TV.
From time to time I notice,
As his eyes bore in to me,
His mouth wide open,
He displays his jagged teeth.
No-one else sees,
But I can surely tell,
As he gets in to his Ford Focus,
And drives back down to Hell.
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