Hatred

I hate it when I get up with a bad dream

I think bad dreams are very mean

I hate it when someone says poetry is a waste of time

I think poetry is the taste of life

I hate to wash utensils in the house

Fully wet becomes my blouse

I hate to get sick after drinking cold drinks

It brings my family to the brink

i hate people who are dishonest

They nurture bad things in their nest

i hate it when my friends don't tell me a secret

I feel left out in the friends set

I hate it when a new dish doesn't come out well

It spoils my day and tastes like hell

I hate it when my clothes don't fit

I should exercise and become thin

I hate to get shouting from my parents

A warning bell to me is sent

many more things I may hate

however, with love we must accept our fate