Climbed

There once was a boy who climbed
on a lap to watch a short time.
While the game played out
through the cheers and shouts
he stayed put, but Dad didn't mind.

Checked

There once was a boy who checked
the first page of the chapter next.
Cliffhanger suspense
was much too intense.
If he didn't, his sleep would be wrecked.

Asked

There once was a boy who asked
about helmets and chin straps and masks.
About drawing a Viking
to be to his liking,
he plead for Dad's help with the task.

Tied

There once was a boy who tied
new laces crossed side to side.
He pulled them tight
and they fit just right
as long as his loops aren't too wide.

Sang

There once was a boy who sang
before snacking could start for the gang.
They all joined in
while rumbling within
as hunger and thirst turned to pang.

Peeked

There once was a boy who peeked.
What he found he so quickly leaked.
A box marked "gift"
he could easily lift
was swiped and his snooping critiqued.

Sassed

There once was a boy who sassed
as soon as Dad's words went past.
Excessively rude,
he had to be clued
that it's wrong to carp and harass.

Lion

There once was a boy and his lion.
He picked play, not pajamas to try on.
The couch downstairs
was the wily cat's lair,
but his dad hunts at home like Orion.

Cough

There once was a boy with a cough.
If you asked, "Does it bother?" he'd scoff.
Then with a shrug
he asks for a chug
of syrup before he nods off.

Bananas

There once was a boy and bananas.
His peel pile looked like a campana.
He eats them so fast
they never will last.
We'll have to buy more mañana.

Painted

There once was a boy who painted.
Without color, his coat rack was tainted.
His name, seven hues
first and last are the blues.
The family surprise - one ain't red.

Snack

There once was a boy who would snack
all evening with no turning back.
If that were allowed
he would cheer out loud,
but it's not. So instead he's all flack.

Trouble

There once was a boy who had trouble
spelling words with consonants double.
The answer no riddle
(repeat in the middle)
and turn errors from mountains to rubble.

Sore

There once was a boy with a sore
that made oranges and berries a chore.
The treatment prescribed
was a little surprise:
eat yogurt for breakfast some more.

Played

There once was a boy who played
with pure joy, it was no masquerade.
But when he finished
his spirit diminished
if he lost. Oh, dear, a tirade.

Hair

There once was a boy who liked hair
without bands, clips or buns - just bare.
If mom wore a hat
he'd have none of that
and snatch it and say "that's not fair!"