We can’t the kids blame,
Parents giving everything they ask,
In the knowledge they’ll get “IT” they bask,
All they have to do is whine or complain…
I too am a member of this extensive club,
My parents spoiled me too, if not I would them snub,
How we see when older we get, some of us weren’t,
Very friendly, very compassionate, or considerate a little cub…
Spoiled rotten to the core,
If not parents thought we’d be a bore,
Prior to Christmas parents bought out the store,
Just so we’d have what THEY never had before…
© ed ~ 12/5/08
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I love poems like this one.
They really make you think.
I know I was spoiled rotten.
So much I think I sometimes stink.
Not the stink that makes me sweat and smell.
But the selfish stink that can send us straight to
_ _ _ _.
Made in Dec 10th,
Have a GREAT NEW YEAR!
John Michael Domino
(Check this poem out I just wrote it
because YOUR an OUTSTANDING POET!)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Ed the Elder
PS: don't forget Mom, but PeeWee? he ate all that road kill before we had a chance, remember?
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Woof Woof!
Love,
Eileen
A very open and honest write: and the less we have, the more we want ... sigh.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.