The Bad Girl who Couldn’t be Good – a children’s story poem

There once was a girl who was terribly bad,
She just couldn’t learn to be good.
She spat and she swore and she didn’t get dressed,
Even though she knew full well she should.
One day the bad girl got up out of her bed,
And she picked up her favourite stuffed bear,
But it bit her and hit her and stuck out its tongue
And it said: I’m not playing. So there.
But why not? Said the girl, roughly grabbing the bear
And looking him straight in the eye.
It’s not up to you, you are my bear you see,
And if you won’t play with me then I’ll cry.
I don’t care if you cry, said the bear to the girl,
Have you ever slowed down to consider,
How often you make all your friends and your toys
So upset and so scared that they quiver?
At that the girl stopped, and she put down the bear
And she replayed some scenes in her mind.
And as she thought back to the way that she played,
She realised she had not been kind.
She had bitten and screamed and she’d pulled her doll’s hair,
And she’d stamped on her bear’s head and paws,
And not for a moment did she stop and think,
Of the upset her actions had caused.
But now that her bear was refusing to play,
The girl realised she must make a change.
If I can be good, will you play with me bear?
Asked the girl. The bear thought it quite strange.
Well you’ve never changed yet so I don’t think you can,
Said the bear as he puffed out his chest.
I think I should live with another small girl,
Yes, I’ll go, I think that would be best.
The girl cried and cried and felt ever so sad,
Because deep down she did love her bear.
And she loved her doll too, and although she was mean,
She had thought that they’d always be there.
Okay look. Said the bear. I’ll give you one chance,
To prove that you can change your ways.
If you can show us that you really have changed,
And can stay that way for three whole days,
Then I’ll stay, so will doll and we’ll both be your friends,
But only as long as you’re nice.
The girl hugged the bear and she ruffled his fur,
And she promised to take his advice.
And she tried really hard and she learnt to be good,
And was nice to her toys and her friends,
And when she was good she found life was more fun,
Once she had made proper amends.

The Bad Girl that Could not Be Good - a Poem by Pooky

Inspired by today’s NaPoWriMo prompt – to write a poem for children (you can read all my other children’s poems here).

For anyone who is enjoying writing a poem a day, I’ve decided to start providing a daily prompt from May 1st. I’ll share them on this blog and also on Facebook – please join the fun!

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19 Responses to The Bad Girl who Couldn’t be Good – a children’s story poem

  1. colonialist says:

    This would make a simply lovely illustrated book!
    Just the last line … maybe … perhaps … hmmm …
    ‘Once she had made proper amends’?


  2. wbdeejay says:

    Just wonderful, smiling with delight all the way through, thankyou.


  3. Great Pooky. And lovely idea about the daily prompt. Not that Im any good with prompts. I tend to try and force a poem with a prompt; I just write when I feel it. But you never know! It may inspire me 😊 xx


    • PookyH says:

      Well it will be lovely to have you along for the ride even if you’re just enjoying other people’s poems, and who knows, if you read the prompt each day you might occasionally find one that resonates.

      I’m also going to link to a different poem each day to highlight different poems I’ve read on other people’s blogs so please help me by being an extra set of eyes and ears and let me know if you see something good!


  4. Right now I have a bad girl who can’t be good. She’s a 13 year-old acerbic nihilist who wears black, including a black hat with a cat’s face and pointy ears. Unfortunately, I think it would take a talking animal to make her change; right now she’s not ready to listen to mom and dad.


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