The kid next door is sitting
and playing in the sand.
He’s actually made a castle
that’s nothing short of grand.
There are so many turrets,
I cannot count them all.
I see a little cannon
with a marble cannonball.
Just yesterday this same kid
I called my closest friend,
but then we had a big fight
that never found an end.
The fight was awfully silly.
He said he shot me first.
I told him that he missed me!
He looked at me and cursed.
So now I sit here watching
him dig the castle moat,
and now I watch him making
a little seashell boat.
He’s really not a bad kid.
I see his castle’s done,
so I guess I’ll apologize —
his castle looks like fun.
The Lonely Meatball 
Wow! THIS was a surprise! I thought he was gonna go stamp all over that sand castle.
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That’s funny. I actually never had that thought when I wrote this. However, I understand you having that thought because I do tend to write about some real brats!
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And see, you’re the nice kid that didn’t even think about kicking his castle down. Very good. I’d give you a cookie if I was able but I’m sure WordPress has some to spare, though.
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You know, I actually didn’t have the thought to kick the castle down. I guess I deserve a cookie for that. 😊
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I agree.
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