I know it’s you,

I can always tell,

when you show up at my door,

and lean on the bell.


As I reach to turn the knob,

I want to turn away,

refuse you entry

and go on with my day.


But I know from experience

that, if I lock my doors,

you’ll rattle my windows

And shake my floors.


Too soon, the glass will break.

Was there ever any doubt

you’d get in and show me

it was foolish to keep you out?


You’ll break all the dishes,

scatter clothes across the lawn,

leave my house one big mess

I’m left to clean up when you’re gone.


There’s no way to ward you off,

I know that by now,

so I welcome you as honored guest

and before you I bow.


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