Sun slowly rising.

Little child in her bed.

Wanting a story to be read.

Baby sister in the crib next door.
Books scattered across the floor.

Baby sister read to me,
Hurry, hurry before I pee.

 Baby sister only two,

Didnt really know what to do.

Taking the books into hand,

Ripping out the pages,

Destroying the fantasy land.

Shouting and screaming,

What are you doing?!

Baby sister now crying.

Books are your friends,

Thats what was said.

No more stories were to be read.