You smashed my house with a bulldozer as a prank.
Then I ran over your cars with a tank.
We started playing pranks on each other when we were ten.
Now we're in our thirties but we keep doing it again and again.
I should've known you were playing a prank when you made me a cup of tea.
It wasn't made with water, it was made with pee.
I rented a plane and flew it through the sky.
Then I flew over your property and dusted your crops with lye.
You hid your car in my barn and told the police that I stole it.
When they slapped the cuffs on me, I had a fit.
I'm bound to get you when I get loose.
We'd be better off if we called a truce.
Randy Johnson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pranks-a-lot/
