“PUNCH and Judy
Fought for a pie;
Punch gave Judy
A sad blow on the eye.”
My name is Punch and just like my name entails I just love to punch. I like to punch the wall, I like to punch my toys, I like to punch my food, most of all I like to punch a spoon so food can land in Judy’s eye.
That’s my sister, Judy. She’s 7 years old and at 10 I’m far to old to have to deal with her. There are good days, where she walks in the park and holds my hands and picks sunflowers, than their our bad days, when I have my friends over and she just won’t go away. She’s pesky and she’s small. Most of all she always gets me in trouble.
“Punch McGee, you get right in here this instant!” said mother. Sulking and shuffling her feet toward the entrance, in the kitchen, she stifled a laugh at her little sister. “I don’t see how this is funny, Punch. What did I tell you about punching ketchup packets all over your sister!? Look at her she’s a mess.” Judy looks up at her mother adoringly, and Punch felt a twinge of anger fly through her ” Ahh… mom, what’s the big deal? We were just playing. ” Punch, was casual about such things, after all. Is it really her fault her little sister didn’t know to move when she was punching something? After all, its no secret she likes to punch.
Hands on her hip and a disappointed look on her face. “Don’t you dare young lady, I know very well you intended to do it, there will be no dessert for you tonight”. No dessert! No dessert! Whoever heard of no dessert. Surely, this is the cruelest punishment yet. “Give me no TV, give me no friends over a week, but let me keep my sweets!”. She was pleading now, and attempting that adoring look her sister had mastered. “Nuh Uh, you little lady are to have no sweets, I guess we will just have to eat all the pie. Huh, Judy?”. Judy smiled big and shook her head yes, an air of accomplishment on her face, that her mother chose to ignore. Not Punch though, Punch noticed and she new just what to do about it. After all, she was the oldest.
After kissing the top of Judy’s head, her mother left the kitchen, a fresh pie in the fridge waiting to be eaten, after dinner. Whistling nonchalantly she went over to the refrigerator and took out the pie full of cherries and sugary goodness. Judy, being Judy wasn’t going to let it slide “Mom said you couldn’t have any?! I’ll tell!”. Of course, Punch knew she would. Reaching across the counter Judy began to pull the pie away from Punch. “No Punch!”, “Yes Judy!” fighting and fighting, Punch suddenly grinned and let the pie go. Stumbling backwards the pie landed on Judy’s shirt, making smears of cherry, she looked up at Punch in shock. This time it was different this time she didn’t punch. “Now your in big trouble!” screamed Judy. With a little pie left, Punch slammed her fist in it and it splattered in Judy’s eye. As Judy jumped back a little she chuckled, she licked her lips. “I always liked cherries”. Her initial shock, worn off the hilarity of it all hitting home.
That’s my sister Judy. She may be small, she may be a pest, and a times she can be annoying, but she makes me laugh. She makes me laugh so hard that I don’t think I can talk for a week. Most of all, sometimes, just sometimes, she has my back and prevents a few dozen (more) weeks worth of dessert-less nights. An occasionally, she doesn’t mind when I punch.
Author’s Note: The rhyme reminded me a lot of Ramona and Beezus by Beverly Cleary and I thought that I could write something a long those lines. I saw the humor in the short rhyme and I wanted to showcase that. Then the sibling aspect really stemmed from my own relationship with my sister. The whole let’s be slightly evil to one another and then laugh at the absurdity of it all. Just basic sibling interaction, with a few punches and pies.
Bibliography: This story is based on the tale/nursery rhyme “Punch” in The Nursery Rhyme Book, edited by Andrew Lang (1897).