A Wayward Lad
A wayward lad, Jed's fate to be
Spots trouble with cold-blooded eye
For right from wrong he does not see
It's funny you should ask me why...
Jed's parents of a pedigree
They bought their son the finest things
Two doctors of neurology
A nanny hired, their jobs had wings
So at age eight, he hit a friend
He used cuss words ere he was nine
Jed stole a bike when he was ten
By then he smoked, and guzzled wine
No mystery, this Jed to me
When Mom and Dad, he'd never see
~ Iambic Tetrameter ~
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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