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...EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: 'EQUALITY OF SACRIFICE' by RUDYARD KIPLING THE MARRIAGE VOW by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON LOVE'S RESURRECTION DAY by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON ODES II, 10 by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS BELLS FOR JOHN WHITESIDE'S DAUGHTER by JOHN CROWE RANSOM THE GOAT PATHS by JAMES STEPHENS |