Isaac's Poem for a Literature Assignment

Isaac is amazing me with a few recent school projects.  He has been going the extra mile.  The slideshow he was supposed to do for history turned into a scripted video--being uploaded to youtube as I type.  (It started uploading last night!)  And this poem was another fun surprise.  I have his permission to share.

The Ungrateful Pacifico

by Isaac Martin
Pacifico was a decent boy   
Until the day he received a toy    
His parents walked in with smiles all glossy
In came their son with a manner all frosty    
His mother revealed to him the brand new bike    
But Pacifico wailed, “I wanted a trike!”  

Angry his father was, all hurt, all sore,   
Pacifico’s mother fell to the floor,     
The ungrateful lad just whined, and whined,
And so to his room was he confined,  
But nevertheless, he stood unchanged,   
And out walked his father, face deranged,

Throughout the neighborhood you could hear     
Pacifico’s wails both loud and clear    
He paced his room, and his fury was growing   
Around his “cell” he walked, tears now flowing   
His mother offered him food through the door     
But Pacifico pushed and screamed some more    

His tears soaked the rug, the chair, and the bed     
He attracted a crowd, which filled with dread,    
His father tried, but as good as he was,   
The boy refused to surrender his flaws     
“Go away,” said Pacifico, “I hate you!”   
If his parents could not comfort him then who?   

While the lad cried and his parents were arguing   
Pacifico’s puddle was steadily growing    
The tears now surrounded him and covered his knees  
The crowd outside now cried, oh Pacifico please!   
For the tears were flowing like faucets now   
And the crowd was wondering how oh how?

Finally the puddle became a river  
It sent cold fear through the crowd with a shiver  
His tears ran down the stairs and flooded his house    
No one escaped them not even a small mouse   
Tears broke down the door and through it they swiftly gushed,    
Pacifico’s tears grew to a great water rush!   

Pacifico watched with horror renew,    
As his tears washed away all that he knew
Yet still he did cry, did flail and frowned  
And that was when the nasty boy drowned  
Those that survived the “Pacifico Cries”  
Did not mourn at the news of his demise   

The moral of this story is to always be grateful      
For all that you are given and never to be hateful  
Recall the lesson that Pacifico refused to learn     
That “To be Grateful” is a wonderful thing and I yearn    
That your name will be remembered through love and devotion    
And not by the the grand and daunting Pacifico Ocean