Fair-old poetry(F)

Webster’s dictionary told me fair means

Free from favor; just; what is right and proper

And I said, “I knew it!”

So now I have my case

See my mommy’s a lawyer

So I’ve heard that a million times over

So it’s now my turn

To take my teacher to trial

I’ll build my case

It’s time to get started

I’ll interview the boy with the smelly shoes

And I’ll surely win this trial

With a few more witnesses

I started to gather some questions

Cuz tomorrow I was gonna interrogate the teacher

My mommy walked by to say good night

Instead she looked like she wanted to fight

And asked what the hell are you doing

I said I am going to take my teacher to trial

And I file suit in the morning

Why on earth would you do such a thing asked my mommy

I said mommy it’s not fair

Mommy she doesn’t care

She gave me lunch detention

 And why did she do that

Cuz Anne Marie didn’t believe me

When I said my frog Joey died

So

I took his body

And put it in her cubby

And at the end of the day when she went to put on her jacket

Oh no, you didn’t

Didn’t what mommy anyways

She found a little surprise in her pocket

Mommy she is such a wuss

She screamed so loud

And then the teacher started to frown

Cuz she knew that I was to blame

And then I got in trouble

Well,

No mommy you don’t understand

Anne Marie called me a liar!

It’s not fair I can’t go to recess after lunch anymore

So now my teacher’s going to trial

Honey I think I’ll tell you a story to help you understand

Sweetie do you remember what happened to grandma

Sure she’s dead

They laid her on a fire bed

And now she sits on the mantel

Mommy started to cry

And said good night

And when she woke up the next morning

She said listen here

I would try to explain

But you’ll understand when you’re older

You will drop your trial

And go on to school as normal

But mommy then I am letting an injustice go unpunished

And it’s just not fair

If you continue with this trial

You will march up to your room with a smile

And be grounded for 2 months and a week

Fine I guess I have no choice

But just to let you know

You are committing a serious crime against justice

And I really should go tell the police

Would you like to be grounded for 3 months and 2 weeks

No mommy I’m sorry

So you see the moral of my story is

Fair means justice for grown-ups

So you need to be real sneaky

When filing suit you see

 Cuz now I am bringing trial against mommy

But I gotta clean my room first

Night, night kitty I’ll hide you in the bathtub

Tomorrow we’ll have another surprise for Anne Marie

With the mouse you caught for dinner