Alan Bruce Thompson


Spoilt Child - Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson

I can get what I want if I stamp my feet,
If I make enough noise, I get what I want to eat,
Exactly what I want, very colourful, very sweet.

Mother gets so embarrassed when I jump up and down,
When the people at the next table raise their eyebrows and frown,
So I do my best to be really unpleasant, and behave like a clown.

Where did I learn this behaviour? To be so crude and coarse,
To jump up and down to whine like horse,
Where did I learn this childish discourse? Why from my children of course!


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  • Rookie - 13 Points Yuliy Valenko (2/19/2013 9:43:00 AM)

    hahah very nice! Love it! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 19, 2013



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