Here's a new poem (it doesn't have a name yet)
“It’s eight o-clock
Time for bed”
My mom said, winking
I dashed upstairs
Dressed in PJs
Sat in my bed, thinking
Dad tucked me in
I snuck downstairs
Saw big Sis watchin’ TV
Waved “bye” to Mom
Slipped outside to wait
For the bus to come and take me
Then it came over
Picked me up and
Drove around the town
Collecting everyone
With older siblings
Not making but a sound
We finally came
To an invisible place
That taught us all we know
About irritating
And frustrating your
Big sis, cousin, and bro
All us kids sat still
For hours while
We were told how to act
How to pinch,
And how to nag
(All the important facts)
Finally after
Learning a bunch
And reminded not to tell
The bus came back
Brought me home
And bid me farewell
1 comment:
So that's how you kids learn your methods of torture!! I guess it's been handed down from generations, because I remember it well from my own siblings!
Love,
Mom
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