Trouble In the Nursery
They were playing quite nicely,
My pride and my joy;
My two small, blonde daughters
And my redheaded boy.
Then I heard a commotion.
"Oh, what is it now?"
Their friendly, quiet game
Had turned into a row.
Sometimes he teased them
Until they got mad
And ran in to tell me
That Brother was bad.
I could hear them coming
Of the outrage to tell;
Stumbling and crying
Until both of them fell.
They were dressed for a party
In outfits the same.
If they had mussed their dresses
It would be such a shame.
They both talked at once.
I could not make it out
What this unforgivable,
Terrible deed was about.
I called him to ask
"What is it you've done?"
And my high spirited, mischievous,
Lovable son
Stood ready for punishment
As straight as a rod
And admitted he'd called them
"Two Peas In A Pod."
Won first in two peas in a pod contest.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2009
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