GRIMLY the parent matches wit and will: Now, Weesy, three more spoons! See Tom the cat, @3He'd@1 drink it. You want to be big and fat Like Daddy, don't you? (Careful now, don't spill!) Yes, Daddy'll dance, and blow smoke through his nose, But you must finish first. Come, drink it up -- (@3Splash!@1) Oh, you @3must@1 keep both hands on the cup. All gone? Now for the prunes.... And so it goes. This is the battlefield that parents know, Where one small splinter of old Adam's rib Withstands an entire household offering spoons. No use to gnash your teeth. For she will go Radiant to bed, glossy from crown to bib With milk and cereal and a surf of prunes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FLUTE-PRIEST SONG FOR RAIN; CEREMONIAL AT THE SUN SPRING by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: YEE BOW by EDGAR LEE MASTERS FETES GALANTES: PANYOMIME by PAUL VERLAINE TO MARY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON WHERE A ROMAN VILLA STOOD, ABOVE FREIBURG' by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE A MODEST WIT by SELLECK OSBORNE |