I’m getting farther along on the kid’s poetry book I’m writing. Here are a few more poems:
My brother’s friend is here
And he brought the video game I like.
I want to play, too,
But they won’t let me.
It’s not fair.
I sit on the couch and watch.
They’re having so much fun.
The game is so exciting.
I can see traps coming up that they don’t even notice.
“Watch out!” I warn them,
But they tell me to shut up.
And then they die and blame me.
They make me go away.
I sit in my room and play with my Lego Death Star.
If only they’d give me a turn.
I could show them how to avoid the ogre
And beat the dragon.
My fingers itch to hold the controller.
I am such a better player than them.
It’s not fair that they get to have all the fun.
Is there anything stupider
Than tying a long strip of cloth
Around your neck?
What on earth does it accomplish?
Hiding the buttons on your shirt?
Who cares? What the heck!
Why must I wear a tie at all?
Why must I wear it on picture day
Or to my uncle’s wedding on the deck?
What Do Mom and Dad Do While I’m Asleep?
Why do I have to go to bed at 9:00?
I just know they’re having fun without me—
Eating ice cream and watching funny movies,
Ordering pizza and dancing cheek-to-cheek.
They’re probably playing video games
And beating my best score.
It’s not fair!
I bet they play all night.
I hear them giggling in their bedroom.
Dad must be telling Mom some jokes.
Maybe they’re laughing about me.
Why did I have to go to bed?
I’m not tired at all.
When I grow up I’ll stay up all night every night.