I was promised a big bag of M&M's
by Glata and Barbie,
but when I got to Barbie's house
the dishes, were all wiped clean.
I might be eleven days late
but they were supposed to be mine,
"Alright, where are they?
on them, I want to dine."
"I don't care how hyper you girls are
gimme what is mine,
I didn't travel all this way
so you could hear me whine."
"I want my M&M's right now I say
I won't go home till I get them,
stop bouncing off the darn walls
and stop creating so much mayhem!"
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Jan.28/2006
Sorry girls, but you promised me a BIG bag of M&M's. Now.......... hand them over!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I wrote this after a couple of friends of mine (in another poetry site), kept writing back and forth to each other and gladly let me join in on their M&M session. hehe
