Angry Annie
Angry Annie could not hold her temper
Her stare could make a gorilla whimper
Yelling and yelling, her face always red
She yelled so much, steam came out of her head
Spitting and spouting words from her tongue
People excused her, because she was young
But when she got old, so did her temper
And people stopped treating her so tender
Because as her skin sagged and hair turned white
She spent her days giving little kids fright
Before she knew it, nobody would greet
That crazy lady that lives down the street
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