My Rules
Come in my house, take off your shoes,
If your going to be here, you’ll follow my rules.
Clean your room and make your bed,
Sink this all inside your head.
Dishes, vacuum, laundry, dust,
Sweeping ,mopping is a must.
Homework’s done when you get home,
There’ll be no talking on the phone.
When all that’s done, you’ll have some fun,
Go out and play with your school chum.
In by eight, and you will see,
It’s not that bad living with me.
By Heather D. Roe
If your going to be here, you’ll follow my rules.
Clean your room and make your bed,
Sink this all inside your head.
Dishes, vacuum, laundry, dust,
Sweeping ,mopping is a must.
Homework’s done when you get home,
There’ll be no talking on the phone.
When all that’s done, you’ll have some fun,
Go out and play with your school chum.
In by eight, and you will see,
It’s not that bad living with me.
By Heather D. Roe
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