The Boy was very impolite
Accepted gifts from others, with delight.
Yet refused to say a sincere thank you,
So the gifts dwindled to only a few.
On his birthday, to his horror,
Nothing for him, his chest felt hollow,
No card or present was on his plate,
No letter in the box, on the garden gate.
He could not believe, he had been given nothing;
Surely he did deserve a little something.
His mother saw her boy, really suffering,
But knew his attitude, needed changing.
The next year, he received presents galore,
As during the year givers, were sincerely thanked, for sure.