Johnbull Years

When a young boy I was, I equated ability with age; The elderly must have, so I thought; Age seemed to me all that counted; I quested for the needful and the not, Mama was a super being, Papa was almighty god; Their love for me helped my view, As my wish daily came to be; If I had asked for the sky, I would have had stars and sun, In my room like other toys. When a young boy I was, Papa was the richest that ever lived, The strongest under the sky, Stronger than lion and horse, Bigger than law and rule; Mama was the perfection, One that could never wrong, Standard for others to measure; No woman was mother enough, But she who often came to me With cookie she freely gave. Now my central head is Sahara , Halt pity, I am not shortchanged; My goatee compensates the glass afore; Again ,I’m Johnbull’s able-dad, The day I went to town with him, Johnbull saw a cute Ferrari, Daddy buy it,son decreed; When have I become Ronaldo? By the tallest building in Abu-Dhabi Daddy buy it, son said sofort. The day Klitschiko won a war, And his name rent the air; A voice in the crowd rang aloud: Who can stand the iron man? Johnbull’s spontaneous reply: Daddy, daddy, my daddy can; Hey!I looked at Johnbull’s daddy’s fist, A good sight of mustard seed; Next I checked out his daddy’s chest; Bit broader than cricket’s thorax, Could I be the thunderbolt ? One and only Johnbull’s superman? Then I remember my johnbull years, Could this be kinder's trait, That daddy is often a god ?