Go to Poem Posse to read the rules. Ok, Bill pointed out that I didn't have all the rules quite right. I still don't- it is supposed to end on a positive note! (I don't think I'd call this positive, except that is usually the most positive response you get from a teenager who is losing an argument!) Sorry! I'm also not worrying about the voting, but after you read everyone's, if you still like mine send me a pm.
This poem comes from a conversation I had yesterday with my son, who is a freshman in college.
Whatever
I want
I want
I want
I want
A PS 3
You need
You need
You need
You need
New tires on your truck.
I want
I want
I want
I want
To spend money on me.
You need
You need
You need
You need
to learn to be an adult.
I want
I want
I want
I want
Whatever.
I want
I want
I want
I want
A PS 3
You need
You need
You need
You need
New tires on your truck.
I want
I want
I want
I want
To spend money on me.
You need
You need
You need
You need
to learn to be an adult.
I want
I want
I want
I want
Whatever.
I put new tires on my truck last year.
ReplyDeleteThis is cute as can be (frustrations of a mom no less). Thanks for joining in this time. Good to see you here. 8=)
ReplyDeleteGreat though to close to our talks /:-)
ReplyDeleteI gave it a brief consider and decided I can't do it. But I like yours!!
ReplyDeleteROFLMAO!!! Good MOMMY!!!
ReplyDeleteI wrote the same poem last week.
ReplyDeleteReally Steve? Did you have the same conversation? I don't know why this kid feels so entitled to whatever he wants right now!
ReplyDeleteLOLOL!!! My Youngest is 21 and my oldest is 31... I know what this is all about!!! :P
ReplyDeleteHey...nothing wrong with wanting, my dear! Eventually, we all learn that getting is the ticket, and we don't always get the ticket! LOL!! Well done!
ReplyDeleteGee, this is one of those golden moments when I'm glad I didn't have kids. lol
ReplyDeleteMy favorite kind of poetry is like that of Poe or Elizabeth Barret Browning, and that's the type I usually attempt to write, unless I'm writing lyrics to go with some tune that's popped into my head and then I'm not so anal about counting syllables. I do like yours though.
I like
I like
I like
I like
the poems you write.
They're not
They're not
They're not
They're not
Too uptight.
I must
I must
I must
I must
cut loose.
From this
From this
From this
From this
Rigid noose.
See how rigid I am. In my mind if it ain't got some 'Poe' in it it ain't a Poem...lol
oh the joys of teen age sons. well done on the sentiments. thank you for joining this week.
ReplyDeleteLove it Momma! It reminds me of when I was a kid, and mum bought my brother a t-shirt with the "I want I want I want" bit written on it. :)
ReplyDeleteLOL ... what a great way to describe your conversation with him. Teenage sons ... you've got to love them ... whatever!
ReplyDeleteThat's a great shirt! What's funny is, he isn't usually the "I want" kid. Only every now and then. His older brother is the "I have a dollar so it must be spent" kid.
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