I am doing some "spring cleaning," going through the many many poems I have hibernating inside my computer. I thought I'd share this one written from the mock innocent persepective of a little boy accused of being selfish. It's an act that is often performed at my house!
Giving
by Tammy Pringle
People say I'm selfish
but I don't think that it is true.
Why just last week I gave my sister
pink eye and the flu.
Today I gave my brother
not one, but TWO dirty looks.
And I give my dinner to the dog
the nights my father cooks.
Why I've been known to gladly share
my last piece of stale gum.
And if I had a box of dirt
I'd even part with some.
People say I'm selfish,
I'm not sure of what they mean,
since I really tried to give away
my smushed white jelly beans!
Others just aren't grateful
for the giving that I do
But something else I've noticed -
my folks are giving too.
When I disobey my mom,
she gives me a time out.
And if I cry and throw a fit
Dad gives me something REAL to cry about!
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