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ROE 2: Poem #1 - Temper Tantrum

FORM: SARABAND SONNET


TEMPER TANTRUM

Here come the tears, the water works,
Screaming, teeming with emotion.
Being a kid does have its perks.

When there is something that I want,
And I don’t get it right away,
My wailing carries some cache,
Without a reprieve or détente.

Desperate to avoid a scene,
You try to stop the commotion,
Lest someone try and intervene

I prepare another reprise,
While you think you have heard the worst.
I wonder what will give way first,
Your patience or my screeching cries?