While driving home from work,
a mother gets a call.
Her twelve-year old reports
a problem, not too small.
The younger son is sick
and he threw up, poor kid.
'He made it to the bathroom? '
'The second time, he did.'
'I'll pay you, ' Mother says,
'If you'll clean up the mess.'
But when she reaches home,
her bribe was no success.
The floor has not been touched.
This should be no surprise
for some unpleasant tasks
no sum of money buys.
I thought I had already left a comment on this one. PH must have lost it on one of those days when the website was misbehaving. Great poem with a not-surprising ending. For some kids and some jobs, the pay is never enough.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The last sentence says it all!