What I Wouldn't Do
'Clean your room, for once in your life!'
I heard my mother yell.
But as I look at my chore ahead,
I thought of things I'd rather do instead.
I'd rather be stuck in a dead mans grave,
As they buried me with mud and grime,
I'd rather give up chocolate!
I'd rather give up rhyme!
I'd rather walk the plank,
Then do what I am told,
I'd rather face my mother,
But dare I say I'm not that bold!
I'd rather do all these things,
And many, many more,
But alas I hear her,
Pounding on my door.
I heard my mother yell.
But as I look at my chore ahead,
I thought of things I'd rather do instead.
I'd rather be stuck in a dead mans grave,
As they buried me with mud and grime,
I'd rather give up chocolate!
I'd rather give up rhyme!
I'd rather walk the plank,
Then do what I am told,
I'd rather face my mother,
But dare I say I'm not that bold!
I'd rather do all these things,
And many, many more,
But alas I hear her,
Pounding on my door.
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