Suzanna Socked Me Sunday

Suzanna socked me Sunday,

she socked me Monday, too,

she also socked me Tuesday,

I was turning black and blue.

She socked me double Wednesday,

and Thursday even more,

but when she socked me Friday,

she began to get me sore.

“Enough’s enough,” I yelled at her,

“I hate it when you hit me!”

“Well, then I won’t” Suzanna said—

that Saturday, she bit me.