Four Minutes

Saturday, August 16, 2014 1

Rowan sat there each day,
not wanting to obey,
wishing to do his own thing.

Having clean hair,
unable to stare,
not saying a darn or a dang.

Being polite,
not able to bite,
is not how he wanted to be.

To pinch his big sister,
and avoid saying Mister
that he did with glee.

Cleaning his room
and using the broom
is not what he wanted to do.

Chasing the cat
and calling mom fat
for him, was nothing new.

Walking not running
boring not funning
that was mama’s new rule

Disobeying he tried
the truths he done lied
timeouts! he sat on a stool.

One minute more
the original was four
waiting for the timer to ding

Rowan sat there each day,
not wanting to obey,
wishing to do his own thing.

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