When I squawk
Instead of talk
Mom balks.
When I whine
Instead of dine
I'm out of line.
When I creep
Instead of sleep
I'm in deep.
But...
when I speak sweetly,
eat neatly,
sleep completely,
Mom thinks she's scored.
But I'm plain b
o
r
e
d.
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