by Poetry99
© 2001 Dorothy E. Scott, all rights reserved
Two young children were bickering over the
rights of a video game.
One articulated in a very shrill voice, a shameful name.
A foot-weary mother turned off the cartridge
game; the boys were sent to nap.
She put away the equipment and screwed on the cleaning solution
cap.
Everything was placed away; after awaking,
they were given a chance for another round.
The two brothers were playing nicely, then the eldest brother made a
clicking sound.
Over the couch, fist and arms began to
flail.
An antique lamp shattered and grounding began their penetrating
nail.
Mother hollered, "You are video game shrews
and grounded permanently.
"You will work to replace that antique lamp and earn no
allowance or pocket money."
The disobedient children learnt a valuable
lesson that stayed with them forever.
Video games shrews should share the control and fight
never!