go sit in the orange dinosaur swing
Go sit in the orange dinosaur! Grandma said sternly.
Yippee! Her grandson shrieked with joy.
She gave him the look but he did not see it.
Her daughter was not fooled one whit.
Some punishment, she said to her mother.
Letting him swing in the orange dinosaur swing.
It’s what I would have let you do, her mother replied.
And you would have figured it out.
She could not argue with that.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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