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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419356" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Revenge is Sweet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419356" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I'm feeling very vengeful, <br>I really just can't wait, <br>Until the kids are older, <br>And in their married state.<br>It's then I'll get my own back<br>For all the things they've done; <br>For all the grief they've caused me, <br>And boy will it be fun.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419356" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When I am asked to baby-sit<br>I'll smile and say 'Okay, '<br>And then as soon as they are gone<br>I'll have my wicked way.<br>My evenings entertainment<br>Won't be to watch the telly; <br>I'll watch THEIR children daub the place<br>With yellow paint or jelly.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419356" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Of leaving every light on<br>I'll surely have my fill; <br>I'll make GRAND contributions<br>To THEIR electric-bill; <br>I'll search out every socket, <br>And fill it, and switch on; <br>I'll make that meter fly around<br>Or my name isn't John.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419356" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When I go to the bathroom, <br>And then I wash my hands, <br>I'll leave THEIR basin full of soap<br>And THEN they'll understand.<br>And as I leave I'll just make sure<br>The comb is full of hairs; <br>Just like it was in days gone by<br>When mine was full of THEIRS.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419356" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I'll have a happy time of it, <br>I'll really go to town; <br>I'll dirty all THEIR dishes<br>And leave them spread around.<br>I'll turn on every radio, <br>And leave them on full blast<br>Perhaps it will remind them<br>Of THEIR racket in the past.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419356" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And as I flit from room to room<br>I WILL NOT close a door; <br>It's better that those kids of mine<br>Don't know just what's in store.<br>I'll bounce down on THEIR sofa<br>And knock the cushions off; <br>And then I'll put my feet up, <br>And lie there like a toff.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419356" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And so I feel much better, <br>While waiting for my treat; <br>It won't be long 'til I can say: <br>'It's true... revenge IS sweet.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419356" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Written Dec 1994</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=John+Carter+Brown">John Carter Brown</a></strong></div>