Poetry 

Schadenfreude

When someone runs past,

Do you scream and shout?

No, smile politely

And stick your foot out. 

Mom prowls the kitchen, then yells with a shriek

“Holy Mother of God! What's in the sink?!?”

Hide, run away,

Before she finds the stink. 

“When life gives you lemons,

Chuck 'em right back!” 

So be an imp,

And give someone a good wack.

The

 glue in 

the trap holds 

the mouse

He wriggles and struggles,

 he doesn't get out

The  glue holds  the   piñata  strong and  fast

Until   Timmy comes   up,  and  swings his bat

Your aunt’s in the kitchen, she cooks she cleans

She's  scrubbing  the  floor  down  on  her knees 

WHO HOLDS THE GLUE?

Sam     in    the    office     brings   the     snacks,

Sam    lays     at    home    flat    on    his     back

The glue holds you with every ounce of strength 

But    you    hold    the    glue   at    arms-length. 

So        who           holds          the          glue?

Who’s    holding the   glue that  holds  you?

Hyena 

Spotted hyena 

Malicious trot unnoticed

Muzzle painted red