A short poem I wrote a few years ago:
I don’t want to!
I don’t want to get out of bed so let me sleep in
Its still so dark out there
Waking me up will have me in a spin!
I don’t want to brush my teeth
I only do as you ask so kindly
But You keep reminding me
To be so timely!
I don’t want to eat my cereal so quick
If I chew and swallow any faster,
You ‘ll soon have me feel sick!
I don’t want to tidy after my mess
My baby sister made it all!
It’s not fair to put me through this stress!
I don’t want to go for my bath
I get cold and wet and as for my hair,
it’s turning into a screaming warpath!
I don’t want to have my hair brushed
Yes I told you I wanted to grow my hair
But pulling it was not something we discussed!
I don’t want to go to bed,
I will miss you so so much
Please mom, lay your hand on my head.