Angel with an attitude

A funny poem my daughter made up about herself, I may have helped a little

Teenie Weenie is her name,
playing us is her game.

The four year old has learned well
that attitude will get her hell.

No television for a week,
no chocolate bar between her cheeks.

Long blond curls surround her waist,
an angels smile graces her face.

The devil that she hides inside
only comes out to her dad and I.

Her bedroom is a yucky mess
there's always mud on her dress

The neighbors here will never see
the horror that my girl can be.

A grown up child in a mood
an angel with an attitude