Little Boys
The world would be such a different place
Without the delights and joys
Of the zest for life,grubby-kneed
Fighting,tumbling little boys.
I watch outside my window
The little kick-boxers at play,
Brandishing sticks like mighty swords
As the wicked villain they slay.
In their special world of make-believe
Their super heroes they emulate,
Tiny muscles flexed,aggressive stance
And their swaggering cocky gait.
Screaming and shouting at the top of their voice
Giving each other playful hell,
The world would certainly be different without them....
But oh so quiet as well!
Copyright © Sylvia Coulstock | Year Posted 2018
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