031610d Give Help Poem by Manonton Dalan

there's boy throwing his tantrum
he wants his popsicle, can't wait home
sits on ground, kicking dirt, crying
his mom so nice, cool and comforting
pick him up, put him on car seat, buckle
when they get home probably in trouble

just one look from my mom i have to stop
i don't like that old slipper on my back
she's got that crude long fingernails, ouch
i guess i grow up decent and manageable
i always give credit for having job, stable
thanks mom, for keeping me straight

on far corner girls scout selling cookies
fund raising, definitely good business
some dress in red ringing their bells
some on the street corners with helmets
i'm confuse which one is worth giving
donate to your high school sports team