Poetry For Children: My Best Friend! © Poem by Roann Mendriq

My friend and I, we play for hours,
I'm mesmerised when I play;
All day football and racing cars,
to Mother's utter dismay.

My friend and I, play with a mouse,
It's as handy as can be;
Ma frowns as she cleans up the house,
while we play and laugh in glee.

My friend is savvy to the core,
We surf under Ma's eagle eye;
It's dangerous, she whispers low,
We laugh out loud in reply!

My friend is very very smart,
and I really must confess;
It really almost breaks my heart,
when I lose again at chess.

My friend knows so much more than I,
Mother should be so glad;
that I learn things from this wise guy,
But she just gets hopping mad.

My friend will not come out to play,
We're attached to the telly cable;
And so we spend the entire day,
playing indoors at the table.

One day, Ma caught me playing,
a violent, gory game;
She stopped my senseless slaying,
And said my friend's to blame.

She glared at me and with a frown,
She showed my friend the door,
My Mother put her foot down,
She said, 'That computer HAS TO GO! '