Poem

Teenage Boy:

The teenage boy walks into a room stocked with food.

What he doeth eat depends on his mood.

Opening the fridge,

He doeth find

It stocked with goodies for all mankind.

From pickles to leftovers

And cupcakes with clovers,

He closes the fridge in despair.

“There’s nothing to eat!”

He yells to the ceiling.

Though the fridge was stocked with meat.

The more he thought,

The less it was appealing

To skip a single meal.

“I know what to do!”

He shouted out loud, and ran to the phone so dear.

He punched in the numbers and held it to his ear,

And said---

“Hey, dad! Can I make pizza?”

With a sigh, his dad agreed,

But only if he did a deed…

“Take out the trash, Son!”

So, then the boy made pizza

The second he was done.

He then goes downstairs to devour

That pizza that weights a ton.

This is the ending of our rhyme---

The teenage boy never to be seen again---

Until dinnertime! J