The Sassmaster

No.
Sorry?
No.
What do you mean, no?
Just that, no.
I'm sorry, that's not acceptable.
Really? I'm not.
I deserve and apology for this treatment.
Make me lie, then. I'm not sorry.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Really? I'm not.
And here, I just sighed.
It was impossible.
She was impossible.
There was no way to get her to respect me, unless....
Thwack
And of course, she just glared at me, unperturbed.
She wouldn't look away.
She was challenging me, like always.
Why do I have to babysit her?
I'll tell mom.
I'll tell her first.
No, you won't. She's my mom.
I glared at her, and she glared right back.
Yep, there was just no way past the Sassmaster.

I like the idea of this poem, but it was a bit hard to follow, not knowing who was speaking when.
I Love these two lines, because when my siblings and I would fight, this was my first threat, the telling of the parents! Of course, it never quite worked out as planned

Sassykat wrote:I'll tell mom.
I'll tell her first.

Any way! Love it! Keep writing!

I have to admit, this is great and funny and all that, but is it a poem? I can't seem to find a rhythm or a beat of any kind. It's absolutely hilarious, though hard to follow, but is it poetic? Think about that and see what you can do to give it a bit more of a rhythm . Goodluck.