Screaming Stevie
Screaming Stevie screamed all day.
“MOM!! I’M GOING OUT! OKAY?!”
“MOM AND DAD! I’LL BE RIGHT BACK!!”
“DAD! I’LL BE OUT BACK WITH JACK!”
“MOM AND DAD! I’M HOME,” he’d cry.
“SIS, I’M GOING SKATING! BYE!”
“DARN IT, MOM, I SLIPPED AND FELL!”
“BRING A BAND-AID QUICK!,” he’d yell.
“GOIN’ FISHIN’, SIS!,” he’d shout,
slamming doors and stomping out.
Stomping back, he’d blow a kiss,
screaming, “SMELL YA LATER, SIS!”
But mom and dad don’t really mind.
Their Stevie’s often sweet and kind.
I bet they’ll miss their screaming son,
when Steve moves out (he’s 31!).
— Donna Murphy
Reprinted by permission of the author.
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