Boys!

Why
was I cursed
to be
left alone
in a house
with two boys
who are goofs
and make noise?

My Mom
is gone
My dad
is downstairs.
I sit
and recite
this poem
and think ...

Why
oh why
am I
left alone
to suffer
and grieve
in a house
full of boys!

I made that up during dinner tonight, haha. You can guess, I'm sure, how crazy things were at the table. You have to say it out loud to get the full effect, and you also have to say it in the way its written, so that you have the spaces between every word or two.