A Boy and His Reward

There once was a boy

who had a weather curl

right on the side of his forehead.

When he was good, he was very, very good

But when he was bad he was horrid.

(couldn't resist that classic!)

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The boy would toilet here and there

But most often chose his underwear

The Mommy would plead, then scrape and clean

Promising treats and toys in between

the washing and drying, the scrubbing and spray

The boy made a game of it, most every day

'Til finally, Eureka! 

Success and a cheer!

The boy made his choice

to earn a toy he held dear.

He made his deposit, day after day

Excitedly pleading and ready to play

The Mommy held firm, unsure of her win

She made him prove it, again and again

Then one day, long after the scene of delight

The process was finished, (who knows who won that fight...)

The reward was obtained and presented to the boy

With ceremony, clapping and great sibling joy

I did it! I did it!

He pumped his fist and cheered

And an awesome Buzz Lightyear 

For takeoff was cleared.

(And irony of ironies, Buzz Lightyear says: "Reporting for duty, Ranger!" and the echo we hear: 

"Haha! He said Doody, Ranger!"