Suzanna Socked Me Sunday

Suzanna Socked Me Sunday

Suzanna socked me Sunday,
she socked me Monday too,
she also socked me Tuesday
I was turning black and blue.

She socked me double Wednesday,
and Thursday even more,
but when she socked me Friday,
she began to get me sore.

"Enough's enough," I yelled at her,
"I hate it when you hit me!"
"Well, then I won't" Suzanna said--
that Saturday, she bit me.

~ Jack Prelutsky

Poems by children are funny yet frightening. Oh how we can laugh at their misdeeds. The little kid in me says "bite her back". Yet the psychologist says, "she just likes you." Aaah... young love