My Poem

The weekend came and went. Sad Brad still waits in his tent.
Jill and Bill were to come over Saturday at two
My, oh my, how the weekend flew!
Toys and trains begin to rust, as Brad cleans up the unused cups.
"Maybe Jill and Bill got entangled with a deer
while riding on their bikes all of the way here."
thought Brad, wishing he had friends.
Blue Steel, his speedster bike was waiting for Brad to take a ride.
The grass, the trees, the bark, the bees,
Boy did Jill and Bill know how to hide!
Brad peeked in windows, under dogs
Even in the forest, under logs!
Brad sighed, gave up, and rode Blue Steel back into town.
Mom was outside, by the empty tents that only made him frown.
"Brad, over here," his mother yelled to him.
"Jill and Bill are over at the jungle gym!"
Brad raced, he flew, with anger now inside
He was going to give those two a real piece of his mind!
Jill was hanging by one leg, upside down
Bill was on top tanning, turning his skin brown.
Blue Steel was thrown on the grass in spite
As Brad walked over with all of his might.
Jill and Bill gave Brad a smile.
"Yeah, last time I invite them over for awhile!"
Bill climbed on top of the jungle gym
And slapped his hand hard on Bill's burning skin!
Bill yelled, he cried, as Jill almost died!
Topsy-turvy, she fell with a thump
On her head she now felt an egg-shaped lump!
Soon every boy and girl at the playground was crying
All as a result of little Brad's terrorizing!
Brad hung his head and walked away
His fuming anger would not let him stay.
Whining cries were now fading from his ears
But voices, it seemed, were only growing nearer.
Jill and Bill sprinted up to his side
"Hey Brad, what's up with all this, why are you trying to hide?"
"What do you mean?" said Brad, "You never showed up to my party!"
Jill and Bill looked at each other and gave a laugh very hardy.
"Silly Brad," they sang, "We didn't mean to leave you alone,
We came over at two, but your mom said you weren't home!"
Brad sped off on his bike, angry at his mother
"How c-c-could she d-do such a th-th-thing?" he stuttered.
Shaking with his anger, he could barely go inside
What if his mother yelled at him and he cried?
Before he could decide, she opened up the door
Gave Brad a widened smile and used cookies as a lure
How could he stay mad at warm chocolate chip cookies?
But still, he thought, how could his mother be so crooked?
She ruined his party, got rid of his friends!
He threw down the cookies and thought of hating her to no end
Again she stood up, and trapped Brad in a hug,
"Silly Brad, please don't look so smug
You know for you, I have nothing but love."
"Then why, why, would you leave me waiting in that tent
For friends who will never show themselves again?"
His mother looked down, apparently distraught
"Yeah," thought Bill, "She didn't think she would be caught!"
"Oh, my boy, I guess I have to tell you now.
I planned a bigger, better party with all your friends somehow.
There will be balloons and cake, play trains and sandcastles
I promised everyone a wizard who will truly be fantastical.
Cowboys will dance around your tent, lasso you up tight
Girls will try and save you from the pursuing fight!
Silly Brad, you'll truly have a surprise.
You really didn't think I'd forget my favorite guy?"
His mother tugged Silly Brad close into her arms
"I guess," he said, "Mother really does have her charms."