Nice one Sass. It's good to get the creative mind flowing every once in a while. I cobbled this together for a bit fun recently. It's about my children... You'll have to excuse the nicknames (why do parents always do that?)
The Doll
Bibblebum and Bostiavan were sat upon their stools
Rowing over sharing toys and making noise like mules
Mum and dad looked on and sighed, they’d really had enough
Surrounded by the heaps of toys - ignored, unwanted stuff
“Bostiavan”, said Bibblebum, “I really think you ought
To give me dolly straight away. You stole, and have been caught”
“No Way” came Bostiavan’s reply, “You know it is my turn
To carry dolly round the house. When will you ever learn?”
“Excuse me sir, but dolly’s mine!” she roared in shrill retort
“I can’t long stand an attitude or behaviour of this sort!”
“Here you go…” in seeming truth the Bostiavan did offer
Only to retract the doll, his arms wrapped tight around her
“MUMMY!” came the pleading cry of a sister’s firm resolve
To see her dolly’s safe return from a brothers treacherous hold
“You’ve many other toys you know!” mum didn’t understand
That when your sibling has a thing you must claim it for your hand
“I’ll have it then” the game was up, Dad had got involved
“And keep it while you learn to share, just like you have been told”
It mattered not for Bostiavan and Bibblebum both saw
Another way to stay their course and carry on their war
Two beanbags, blue and brownish cream, become the battleground
To bump and bash and bump again… a new game had been found!
And in their glee and giggling joy the children had clean lost
All interest in the ragged doll and all the tears it cost
For Bibblebum and Bostiavan are really best of friends
And love each other dearly, and that is where it ends
