Growing Up

In a house of chalice it all began Out of jelly, I grew a limb Like joke, like joke, I grew all I was alone but not lonely Because I was enrolled in karate league Out to win though I have never seen my opponents I learnt all my moves and I kicked Oh! How I kicked the chalice In the ninth month, I won the league And I was told to prepare for my reward The house of sphere Coming into the sphere, I screamed out of frustration “What!!! Is this supposed to be a trophy?” So, it all began in sphere The chalice only a prelude In this contest, I am not alone Coming to see me are aliens of various sizes and shapes But non can be said to be short They treated me like a breakable ware If only they knew I single handedly won the combat So, I told them But they were only marveled and confused Wondering why I was…. I guess they called it “crying” Though I wonder what that is Now am pissed at their treatment And a very strange thing is happening to my middle “Stop talking” I screamed And that is when I heard the voice of my instructor in chalice, Telling me not to worry That I am only hungry “what ever that means” And for the first time, I saw her beautiful face And she picked me up and hugged me to her bosom That is when I realized that I am not in a contest after all And that the chalice is only a phase in my home coming preparation And that I have come home.