[ WP ] rewrite the classics from the viewpoint of a teenage girl .

At 4 am on chilly morning, crouched before a cocoa gently warming, 
 
 sat Susie pining for a man who ’ d left her though she still adored. 
 
 As into Facebook she was logging, fighting sleep, head gently nodding, 
 
 she heard a gentle knocking falling against her essential locking bedroom door. 
 
 “ Tis just my mother, that old bore comes knocking at my bedroom door, 
 
 ‘ tis only her and nothing more. ” 
 
 & nbsp; 
 
 As the world was slowly rousing, Susie just continued browsing, 
 
 pictures of old flames carousing, great beach parties on the shore. 
 
 Memories for the ages, lost in Facebook ’ s endless pages, 
 
 yet still came that knocking at her door. 
 
 “ ’ Tis only Mum, ” she thought, “ and nothing more. ” 
 
 & nbsp; 
 
 Her ex was a good guy, Susie softly gently sighed, 
 
 why oh why did we not try, to keep it going just a little more? 
 
 But this thought so lofty high, was once more, again, broken by 
 
 the demand for a reply, to the incessant knocking at her door, 
 
 “ Stop it Mum, don ’ t do that no more! ” 
 
 & nbsp; 
 
 At last it reached a maddening beat, she flew from her chair on to her feet, 
 
 leaving behind her old desk seat, spinning empty on the floor. 
 
 Anger dawning without warning, she threw open her bedroom door, 
 
 prepared to receive harsh scorning, she instead confronted empty hall and nothing more. 
 
 & nbsp; 
 
 Seated back in front of glowing screen, reading through her friend ’ s newsfeed, 
 
 there came again a hammering upon her bedroom door. 
 
 This time not a moment ’ s waste, she answered knock with untold haste, 
 
 and with her mother she was faced, standing quietly outside the door, 
 
 “ Don ’ t stay up so late no more! ” 
 
 & nbsp; 
 
 “ But mother, I ’ m just online chatting, ” Susie said, eyelashes batting, 
 
 “ what ’ s wrong with that thing? What is it that you ’ re scolding for? ” 
 
 “ I know you ’ re messaging your ex, you ’ re really not all that complex, 
 
 stay away from drugs and sex or I ’ ll change the wifi password that ’ s for sure, 
 
 your online friends will see you nevermore. ” 
 
 -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- - 
 
 & nbsp; 
 
 [ Here's some other, less rhymey, things I've written ] ( https: //www.reddit.com/r/herd_of_birds )
