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 The Horrible, Rotten Manners of Miss Priscilla Du Preeby Cynthia Williford |
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Miss Priscilla Du Pree is a very sweet child but has horrible manners that drive her family wild. At dinner they cajole her with plea after plea. "Mind your manners," they say to Miss Priscilla Du Pree. But each night at the table her mom would "tut-tut" for Priscilla refused to keep her mouth shut. She'd chew and she'd talk, and she'd talk and she'd chew, and inside her mouth you could see the food goo. It was gross. When she drank from her glass Priscilla used a long straw, and she'd clamp onto the thing like it was part of her jaw. She'd slurp and she'd suck, and she'd suck and she'd slurp, till the air in her stomach would rush out as a burp. |
Or a nasty belch. Then Priscilla would play with her food while she ate, making messes of foodstuff all over her plate. She'd smoosh and she'd smash, and she'd smash and she'd smoosh, till her food was a pile of brown-colored goosh. It looked like mud. Then one night it got worse. Miss Du Pree had a cold and wouldn't use a hanky even though she'd been told. She'd wheeze and she'd blow, and she'd blow and she'd wheeze, then without any warning she'd let out a big sneeze. All over the dining room table. Finally her family had all they could stand. They knew it was time to take matters in hand. |
The next night at dinner they all said with glee, "If Pris won't mind her manners, why then, neither will we." They loaded their plates, got their milk and iced tea, then they took their revenge on Miss Priscilla Du Pree. They chewed and they gooed, they slurped and they burped, they smooshed and they gooshed, they sneezed and they wheezed. They created a ruckus, a commotion, and then as soon as they finished, they did it again! Till finally Priscilla yelled out with a roar, "Enough already! I can't take any more!" And the family was silent. They all held their breath . . . then smiled with relief, for Priscilla kept her mouth closed as she chewed her roast beef. © 2004 |