Standing
Just having to be erect
Supported by your two feet:
The posture that is correct
Before one whom others greet:
Bosses who would things direct
While ours are to matters treat…
Punishment for a sitter,
Sitters made to stand ‘bitter.’
You’re a brute - a hitter,
Attention lost some could dither;
They won’t talk nor smile either;
Now, gaps between you wider!
Elsewhere, it’s test of courage,
Long hours of it long carriage;
The flat-footed can’t it brave:
You’d be making one a slave…
For babies a crucial test,
Crawls dragged too long not the best;
A gift for mums East and West,
Babies reward milk from breast.
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