Hungry Hoodlums
Crumbling crinkly, cracker crumbs
into salty, seafood stew,
Mother made our midday meal.
Fast for favorite food we flew.
Gluttony Glenda gulped a glass
of Linda's lovely, lemon tea.
While Will wolfed down whole walnut meats,
carefully crunching kernels free.
"Savages", sister Susan said.
"Politeness, please," our papa pled.
7/4/14
For Dr. Mehta's contest
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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