I wandered around like a little child
Looking for lost toys
You know the sort of things I mean
What's used by little boys
Cars and boats and bikes and things
And planes with silver wings
Toy soldiers for fighting
Footballs for kicking
And other such toys that rings.
Got bored with that
So went outside
To pull my neighbours hair
Looked high and low
And here and there
But drat. She wasn't there.
Went back inside to watch tv
And asked mom if I could
She said to me
'No. you can not.
You're brain will start to rot

She said to me then
'It's dinner time
What do you want to eat?
Burger, chicken, soup or fish.
Now just look at your feet
Have you been playing
in the mud again?
They really don't smell sweet
Your hands look like you've just dragged
Something in from off the street.
I'm just a kid
That's what we do
I like to play outdoors
I know that son
But don't you think that's weird
After all you're 44.'

Very nice poem. I especially like the ending! You know? Sometimes we
all just need to be kids for a while.

Lisa