We’ve Grown Accustomed

After taking this guttersnipe into our loving arms and teaching her the basics of English, our Eliza B-Little has decided to run off to another school. Who needs her???

𝆕𝆕 Darn! Darn! Darn!!

We've grown accustomed to this head case!

She almost has my name correct.

We've grown accustomed to complaints

Of toys failing to stimulate.

Her smell, her schnoz,

Her enternal meno-pause

Are second nature to us now;

Like burping while fahting.

We were serenely independent and content before we met;

Surely we could always be that way again-

And yet

We've grown accustomed to her tech savvy;

Accustomed to her voice;

Accustomed to this head case. 𝆕𝆕

(spoken)

"Jackson Park” What an infantile idea. What a heartless, wicked, brainless thing to do.

But she'll regret it, Mostly they’ll regret it.

It's doom the first time she tries to say the school name!

𝆕𝆕 But we’re so used to hear her say

"”Hey, Mr. Haddy” every day.

Her dances so strange,

Her fucking book exchange.

Are second nature to us now;

Like a wart upon my ass.

We’re very grateful she's leaving

And so easy to forget;

Rather like the wind

She must always break-

And yet,

We've grown accustomed to the trace

Of unnaturally brown hair;

Accustomed to this head case. 𝆕𝆕