Another unpublished poem from some time ago.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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