The more I wrote this poem, the more I kept thinking of “Leave it to Beaver” and his buddy Larry!
Mother said: “You won’t sled and be done
until you have some fun.”
So out he went into the cold and fell off the sled
‘Twas all because of his obtuse friend Fred
Oh, they got chilled to the bone
too cold to have an ice cream cone.
They struggled up the hill flat on their bellies
while Fred, as always, was dreaming of delis.
When they finally got to the hilltop
and in the distance saw a candy shop
Fred got so excited, he fell backwards
and landed on the farmer’s herds.
Mother’s boy had not had fun
he knew this before the day was done
More sledding would have to wait till next year
till his heart saying “Let’s go sledding!” he would hear.