Mother and Son
Grab the broom; now hurry up and sweep your room.
Go make your bed. Can’t you hear what I just said?
Take out the trash. No, you won’t get any cash!
Do your homework, Son. No games until you’re done.
My allowance is so small, I can’t buy a thing at all.
To my sister I’m not mean, and look, Mom, my hands are clean!
Just for once, can’t you say, “Go and play. Have fun today.”?
Jan. 31, 2018 for Kevin Shaw's "Write a funny Poem for a 7 year old" Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2018
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