David MacPhearson Alistair Magee
had every toy you can name
for a boy
that is three.
When he had friends over
he always would whine:
Don't touch my things
every toy here is mine!
He'd take all his toys
and he wouldn't share.
He didn't have a friend.
and he didn't care.
Now David MacPhearson Alistair Magee
is as alone
as a little boy can be.
Thanks to Joan Edwards for the suggestion for this poem. Have you ever had your feelings hurt because someone wouldn't share with you? Can you write a poem about it? Or perhaps you'd like to try writing a list poem about all the toys that David owned. Write on!