Lets Not Spoil Our Other Boys
They never made Charlie work for anything, no doubt.
He never did a chore or helped his parents out.
When he reached sixteen, he wanted a Porsche.
They gave him one the day his mom got a dishwasher, a Borsche.
Charlie rode it around faster than a speedway racecar.
Thought he was all that and more, a spoilt basketball star.
Wrecked it in a week, and complained he wanted another.
Let’s not spoil our other boys, suggested Charley’s mother.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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