Children Poetry posted March 19, 2021

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Willie learns that brats are not happy kids.

Nobody Likes A Brat

by BethShelby

When wee Wille Wiilson wanted his way,
he ignored the rules and wouldn’t obey.
He wouldn't listen to what people say.
No kids his age would came over to play.

Mom didn’t know what to do when he cried.
He had all the toys that she could provide.
When his dad said he should go play outside,
he was unhappy and fit to be tied.

He growled at the dog and hissed at the cat.
He hid Dad’s car keys and sat on his hat.
He yelled at Nana and said she was fat,
and everyone claimed that Will was a brat.

His parents decided they’d had enough.
Maybe the problem’s he's had too much stuff.
His dad decided t'was time to get tough.
The moment arrived to call Willie’s bluff.

"From now on, Young Man, we’ll do it my way.
I'm laying down rules, which you must obey.
Your chores must be done before you can play;
starting right now, without further delay."

Willie was shocked, as to how to react.
He had his own way, and that was a fact.
Dad knew that training was something Will lacked.
It's never too late to get back on track
Now everyone’s pleased with all the new trends.
His parents stopped giving in to his yens..
He does extra chores for money he spends.
Will’s happy at last and has lots of friends.


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