The Final Fit

Sarah was a bratty girl:

she wanted things her way,

and if she wasn’t happy,

she put on a display.

She’d pout and cry and stomp her foot.

She’d flop right on the floor,

and her mother would turn red

if they were in a store.

But then one day, while in a shop,

she threw her final fit,

because a big boy walking by

said she was just a twit.

When Sarah heard his words that day,

her fit came to a stop.

She look around, embarrassed,

at the people in the shop.

Now today, she’s not a brat.

In fact, she just spreads joy,

hoping that she’ll meet again

that truly handsome boy!

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