You've got it good Veruca.

From the ungrateful child at christmas 

To Veruca Salt, with endless lists 

and wanting things with pounding fists

on bedroom doors and floors

You imitate them all. 

And you irritate with whining, 

and the bitching,

Looking others up and down. 

And frowning, 

sagging wrinkles of discontent

Like a birthday child 

who doesn’t like Mr Funny Clown

You act cold. 

Like an unrolled, rerolled, big snow ball

and seem old when you mutter,

Sour nothings under your breath.

And you’ve got friends and them

And shields and swords by the side of you.

You’ve got family standing close

And yet, you don’t know how lucky you are.

When Cinders wished a prince would come

She got it granted and was whisked away 

Yet with your prince trying to hold you up,

You glass heel is kicking him in the nuts

And when he lessens his grip, you whine. 

You seem to not get that you have it good.

So smile, and treat life and friends 

and them with respect they should receive.

Conceive the thought that life isn’t to bad. 

So stop being greedy, disrespecting, needy.

And smile.

You’ve got it good.