The New Toy

I knew if I didn’t get it,

I certainly would die.

I begged my mom to buy it,

and I began to cry.

I promised I’d dry dishes,

each night without a frown.

I told her I’d do anything,

and tearfully, looked down.

“Forget it!” were her first words,

“You’ve all the toys you need.

You hardly play with them at all.

Now, don’t you start to plead.”

But plead I did and she gave in —

I got what I adored!

Soon I went home and played with it,

and quietly felt bored.

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