Rotten

By Jada Strome

Her mother said her teeth would rot So handfuls of sweets to eat she could not She would beg and plead and dance all around Until Mother would snap and tell her not to make a sound

The days went on and as the girl grew Convincing her mother was not something she could do She would beg and plead and dance all around Again Mother told her not to make a sound

Over the years she tried to sway others Since she knew there was no way to trick mothers She would beg and plead and dance all around But those around her told her not to make a sound

When the time came and the girl was nearly grown She still could not reach the sweets on her own She begged and pleaded and danced all around But this time her mother was the one who made no sound

The poison with which mother’s coffee had been laced

Had left the strict woman rather blue in the face

The girl did not have to beg or plead or dance all around

She simply stood on her mother once she had fallen to the ground

For a long while she used the body as a stool

Eating candy and sweets until she bloated like a fool

She finally decided to dance all around

This time from joy instead of a plea to make a sound

She gave a big and toothy grin after one last sweet

Her eyes shining brightly as rotten teeth clattered at her feet