The mother's battle

A funny poem about a mothers battle against her very stubborn, sulky and determined little boy.

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1. The mother's battle

 

Folded arms, all uptight,

Eyes squinted, low in light,

Feet stomping, all of a clatter,

To him this really does matter.

 

All I want is that big boy bike,

He murmurs sulkily in much spite,

Kicking litter, huffing all the way home,

His voice becomes a monotonous drone.

 

Look I’ve told you no, so that is that,

His mother announces with a clap,

Bitterness fills the boy inside,

So much so he begins to cry.

 

But mummy please I’ve been such a good boy,

All I want is that shiny new toy,

His puppy eyed looks all of a glow,

Guilt tripping manipulation, beginning to show.

 

Maybe at Christmas son, maybe then,

Even on your birthday when you reach ten,

His mother tries to reassure with a comforting thought,

The reaction received is frosty and fraught.

 

Folded arms, all uptight,

Eyes squinted, low in light,

Feet stomping, all of a clatter,

To him this really does matter.

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