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Priscilla Pigsley was so spoiled
she always got to have her way.
So mean she wouldn't share her toys,
and always chose which games to play.
Her parents didn't seem to think
Priscilla Pigsley was so spoiled.
They pampered her with gifts and fed
her chocolates when her temper boiled.
She had no bed time, did no chores.
They laughed at every thing she said.
Priscilla Pigsley was so spoiled,
they clapped each time she wet the bed.
So, poor Priscilla pouts alone.
She's mad, her slinky's smashed, uncoiled.
But no one comes to play because
Priscilla Pigsley was so spoiled.
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| Writing Prompt |
Please write a poem suitable for kids under 10. The theme MUST BE about a spoilt child.
RHYMED POETRY ONLY.
MINIMUM 8 LINES.
MAXIMUM 24 LINE.
Maximum TEN syllables a line.
NO MENTION OF SPELLS OR MAGIC.
NO AUTHOR'S NOTES.
Any entries not complying with these simple rules WILL be disqualified, in fairness to those entries that do. |
Author Notes
This will be chapter (page)16 in my this-is-taking-forever children's book to be titled, Just Like Me From Aa To Zz. You can see the Alpha kids already posted as chapters in the book if you look at the top of the poem or go to my portfolio. Thanks again to Lynn Hunt for the perfect artwork.
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