A Teenage Wake-Up Call

Getting up late in the morn,
A bad boy started to scorn;
Grumbling while in the bed,
Desiring to still sleep instead.

A response causing to yell,
From the bed for to expel;
If not good that there might,
No TV or computer tonight.

Looking as failed in disgrace,
To the bath to wash his face;
It seemed to take a lot of time,
For wasting should be a crime.

Finally seeing him come out,
Looking at him you have doubt;
Since you see a speck of dirt,
As he puts on a grimy shirt.

It is making you a little mad,
But he says it is the latest fad;
Looking up of increased stress,
And asked God for Him to bless.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright ©2006 Richard Newton Sherrer

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