Jealous of My Cousin
A hot orange and neon pink room.
What would I discover next?
I got back on my broom.
The shiny one with the silver flecks.
How can she get everything?
I asked my grandma in a mean way.
She said don’t be a ding-a-ling.
But you are welcome to stay.
Truly why do you love her the most?
I asked wondering what it was about her.
Her other grandma paid for room and ghost
Grandma said. Now stop being such a pouter.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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