Another unpublished poem from some time ago.

Kids bury the boogey man under

Layers upon layers of toys

Dirty clothes and strange clutter

The preteen and in between to the actual teen

They all revolt against the demands of their mother

As they recall the adage to be silent and just be seen

Their ears selectively hear only what they want to hear

So quietly they whisper silly jokes under covers

Disregarding the stern warning

Their parents have uttered

To straighten their rooms and pick up their things

Live less like a pig and more like civilized beings

Use a sponge for your bathroom and the broom for the other

Make sure your space is in order and clean

So the boogeyman won’t dare come again in your dreams

Copyright ©2011 by j. k. Bradford, All Rights Reserved

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  • Edsss on Feb 22, 2011

    That’s kids :) Great post!

  • CHIPMUNK on Feb 22, 2011

    great share

  • webseowriters on Feb 22, 2011

    Well written

  • T. S. Lewis on Feb 22, 2011

    I like the the message that can be pulled from this.

  • Jerry Bradford aka Jerry Atrixx on Feb 22, 2011

    Thanks everyone.

  • LadyElena on Feb 22, 2011

    Ha ha… brings back memories of childlhood.

  • gvgatchalian on Feb 23, 2011

    Tidying up is one of the regular reminders we hear in childhood. Great post!

  • d1dezire on Feb 25, 2011

    I like your style

  • Jerry Bradford aka Jerry Atrixx on Feb 25, 2011

    Thanks everyone for their comments.

  • Nina Mason on Feb 26, 2011

    Very good. Brings back memories of my childhood and my dhildren.
    I love your name Jerry Attrix very good! >smile<

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