Good - a baby sitter poem/a perspective poem

Good
by
Greg Pincus

Last night we had a sitter
Just like Mom had said we would,
And since I am a real nice kid, I'd promised to be good.

I kept my word. Indeed I did.
I think it's plain to see.
In fact, I'd say that I was just as good as good can be.

I was good at whining
And at scaring our pet cat.
And throwing food against the wall? Yes, I was good at that.

I was good at tantrums
And was good at staying up.
I was extra good at pouring too much soda in my cup.

I was good at playing -
I played lots of "I can't hear!"
And my sitter said that I was good at changing her career.

So Mom and Dad, I'm asking you,
I'm shouting through this door:
If I was so, so good last night, what'd I get grounded for?


Let me just go on record as saying there is nothing autobiographical about this poem (well, except for me being a good kid, of course!!!). I'm just sayin'.....

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