You know that poem about the little girl, who had a curl right down the middle of her forehead? (When she was good she was very, very good, and when she was bad she was horrid).
I kind of need a poem like that but for a little boy.
Boy, oh, boy!
He can be naughty—like when he throws a rock at his sister's face and gives her a black eye.
He can be sweet—like when he cries because we're safe and warm in a cabin but knows there are people in tents all around us, enduring the same awfully frightening storm.
Yes, when he's good he's very, very good.
And when he's bad...
Well, Rachel discovered that on the drive out to the coast, though he was mostly well-behaved and read stories and drew pictures on paper with crayons and other wholesome things like that...he also drew all over the side panel of the van with a veritable rainbow of crayons.
So that's fun.
(grumble, grumble).
I kind of need a poem like that but for a little boy.
Boy, oh, boy!
He can be naughty—like when he throws a rock at his sister's face and gives her a black eye.
He can be sweet—like when he cries because we're safe and warm in a cabin but knows there are people in tents all around us, enduring the same awfully frightening storm.
Yes, when he's good he's very, very good.
And when he's bad...
Well, Rachel discovered that on the drive out to the coast, though he was mostly well-behaved and read stories and drew pictures on paper with crayons and other wholesome things like that...he also drew all over the side panel of the van with a veritable rainbow of crayons.
So that's fun.
(grumble, grumble).
There are lots of boy poems here. One might be perfect...or maybe you will write the perfect one! http://www.dennydavis.net/poemfiles/bbychld/boypoem.htm
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