Helen Marie Petulant Clown
Helen Marie was a petulant clown
Pettish, prickly, persnickety all around
She got upset at every perceived double cross
She was especially upset with her brother Ross
She is cantankerous and crotchety her mother said.
Because of her curmudgeonly ways, she needs to go to bed.
But Helen did not agree, and was ready to flare up
Her abnormally loud temper scared her dad and pup.
How can we deal with this? He asked her mother.
Let me have at it, she told Dad and Ross, the brother.
She had grown up with six sisters, so this was not new.
As the oldest of seven females, she knew what to do.
She told Helen all the great things she had going for her.
She gave her optimism, and a hope that was pure.
She assured her things would be better soon.
Then she tucked in Helen by the light of the moon.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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