Grounded

“What is it like to be grounded?”

Lisa always wanted to know.

“Let me tell you,” started Sam,

“It’s no place you want to go.

You’re thrown into a chamber

And locked away for days.

You’re fed the heads of fish

(Which is a smell that never strays).

Your friends are never welcomed,

But monsters come and go.

No TVs or computers,

No toys or radios.

To entertain yourself,

You are given just a stick.

Don’t even try to leave,

‘Cause every doorway is a trick.

I barely made it out alive,

And Lisa, you should know,

Behave yourself and that’s a place

You will never have to go.”

Sam’s mom slipped her a dollar

As Lisa ran to her toys.

“Your next payment comes in a week,

When you tell her the “danger” of boys.”