Number One Poem by Sarah Sisson

I have a lot less fun
when being number one...

...is all I think about.
I must be grand, have clout...

...and when I don't I pout..
If I've none then I shout

'Oh do come look at me!
I need you to feel free...

...and happy cause you know,
I need attention so...

...bad I can not control
myself until I'm told

that I am just the best.'
The competitions stress.

And I can make this stop.
I'll strive until I drop.

Cause I'm crazy bout this.
My living large amidst...

...the other greater souls
that happily unfold...

...their talents great and fine.
And I am stuck with mine.

copyright 01-04-2009 ©® Sarah Sisson