IF KIDS MADE THE RULES
 
Marvin and Conchita would

play all day on Saturday.


Marvin would come by her house

and say,


“Come on, Cheetah,

let’s play; it’s Saturday.”


Cheetah would then say,

“OK, Marv, let’s go right away.

They ran off to do

their favorite thing.


It was in the big oak tree,

a swing.


As Marv pushed,

Cheetah’s heart and mouth did sing,


“If kids made the rules,

we’d change everything.”

“There would be no schools,”

 Marv shouted with glee.


“Life would be one big party,”

screamed Cheetah, “Oooh whee!”

“With all the cake and ice cream

you can eat,” squealed Lucille,


who kneeled down and

dropped her banana peel.

“Oh, just think of all the treats

we could eat,” Marv shivered.


“Or the things we wouldn’t have to eat

like liver,” Cheetah cheered.


“No spinach!” Hal sneered.

Marv exclaimed, “

We’ll have piles and piles of pizza.”


Darlene added,

“With lotsa and lotsa soda!”

More and more children gathered

under the tree


with their own rules on

how it should be.

The chatter grew louder and louder.
Conchita sailed higher and higher.

“Let’s stay up all night!”
“We can pillow fight.”

“Then we’ll jump on the beds
and stand on our heads.”

“Everybody should have

a pet puppy or kitty


or whatever

makes them very happy.”

“No one should ever be sad
or mad, or bad ... just glad.”

“Singing in the rain and walking

through every puddle.”


“Without even getting in

any kind of trouble.”

“Living in tree houses

would be grand,”


“and peeking at the cards

in someone’s hand.”

“Cartwheels must

be done down all hills.”


“No more swallowing nasty pills.”

“We’d go swimming in the fountain.”
“Hey, let’s do that again and again!”

“Bubble baths in the Jacuzzi.”
“Ooh, that would so funny.”

“Roller blading

in and out of the house.”


“We don’t have to be

quiet as a mouse.”

Then a mother’s voice did cry.
Cheetah stopped with a heavy sigh.
“Here,” she did reply.

“It’s time to come home for dinner.
We’ve got your favorite, dear, liver.”

Cheetah fainted onto Marv’s arm
with a loud shriek of alarm!

 

 

ã Copyright 2001 --- Terry Niarra Tiger