Poem by Tammy Wade
Don't run on the blacktop
Don't talk while you chew
There are too many things that a kid cannot do
Go wash your hands, sit down and eat
Go to your room, don't stomp your feet
Slow down and walk there's no need to run
Stop goofing around, now look what you've done
If I was the boss I'd send grownups to school
I'd put them on restriction whenever they broke a rule
I'd stay up all night and send them to bed
"don't talk back to me mom, you heard what I said"
Go clean up your room, don't come out 'til it's done
If I was the boss, I bet then I'd have fun!
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