The Joys of Little Boys
Balloons that pop, ice cream that melts,
A bike with a flat, can't find his belt.
One shoe untied, teeth aren't brushed,
finishing breakfast, always feeling rushed.
Toys on the floor, bed not made,
Playing in the rain, hiding in the shade.
Watching cartoons, always being bored,
Always wanting to eat, never doing chores.
Playing football, basketball and soccer,
Doctors, dentists and a non stop talker,
Missing the days he was in a walker.
Now a messy room and a bad attitude,
Ignoring everyone and being rude.
A fireball with smarts and wit,
And most of the time, doesn't know when to quit!
Copyright © Chris Mcafee | Year Posted 2018
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