Ode to a Preschooler

Ode to a Preschooler

She’s the Queen of Mean-
Her scream’s obscene;
Cutting words
Are her routine.
Her nasty ways
Cut and demean-
She’s a shrieking,
Screeching guillotine.

The Bear of Glare-
Her wrath beware,
Her dagger glance
Can cut and tear.
They run away
And play elsewhere.
The banshee screams,
“It is not fair!”

The Crone of Drone-
Her fits full-blown,
Her insults slash,
Berate, intone,
Until she’s left
To gripe alone.
“They’re leaving me out!”
The ogre moans.

The Shrine of Whine-
Her words malign
Until I think
I’ll lose my mind.
Her biting plaints
Just grate and grind.
I’ve met my match-
But can’t resign!

2nd Place in Mommy4Life's Weekly Write Contest, July 2004

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