Sting
A bee sting caused her world to crash.
It made her leap about in pain into the
sideboard, tipping hot dogs, mustard,
ketchup, smearing stains on mom's new
carpet as dad slipped and fell down,
suffering damage (to his pride!).
The cook-out turned into a train wreck.
Words of anger from her brother
and a spanking from her father bringing
enforced isolation for at least two days,
(it's just not fair!)
But when clearer heads prevailed, mom
dressed the sting with ointment and dad
produced the ice cream. They gave her back
her TV privileges (after all she's only six!)
and kissed her boo boo better!
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2006
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