Sharing Saturday
Sharing Saturday
Sometimes I sit down and without any warning
I think about cartoons back on Saturday morning
How my siblings and I gathered around the T.V.
And then argued and bickered about what we'd see
Mom and dad would awaken and come out yelling
And everyone had a story that they'd start telling
Dad would get so mad and it always ended the same
We all found ourselves grounded when Saturday came
We all had our programs that we just had to see
The problem was that we only owned one T.V.
Till one day mom announced she'd found a solution
We'd all take a turn on a four week revolution
That day we agreed that we'd all hold our tongue
As we each took our turn from oldest to young
After that morning Saturdays passed by so fast
Her plan kept on working as the years drifted past
Now we're all grown up and have kids of our own
Who always argue and whimper and bicker and moan
I wish I could teach them to share or take a turn
I think it's the best lesson that they'd ever learn
By: Jeremy Siedlecki
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