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David With His Back To Us Disappears
The kids are doing somersaults
So jacked are they from chocolate malts
Yet I'm already winded from this waltz
Prepare to administer smelling salts
But where's my nephew David with his divided focus
Quietly divising clever ways to croak us
A pile of birthday parcels didn't interest him for long
And I failed to engage him in a game of ping pong
He breaks the big piñata releasing sugary spoils
Yet bothers not to touch nor taste the fruits of his toils
Makes us wonder why we waste a king's ransom
No bribe will entice him regardless of how handsome
For he is that peculiar boy who's never licked the spoon
You offer him a Lorna Dune and he retreats to his cocoon
Tossed and lost in a blizzard of confetti
Treats take on a bitter taste as arguments turn petty
Barely aware as he's hugged and kissed
Longing for the moment when he may be dismissed
And as one would gladly part with a painful cyst
I'd bury the burdensome blame for being the catalyst
His friends swarm forward and queue up for cake
While he makes sure the smallest are first to partake
And after a while someone shouts
Wondering about his whereabouts
Kids will be kids dear Peter the Poet
I could see David on his 2nd or 3rd birthday behaving as kids do normally. Cheers to kids. Nicely portrayed
©bishu
Thank you very much, Bishu. I
Thank you very much, Bishu. I always try to have each of my poems be like a detailed portrait. Thank you. :)
Sugar Highs
plus kid-composition equal lots of joy. I confess, I kid-watch in the park. They operate with innocent purpose and tend to ignore what is potentially harming or limb breaking. :D
I love when little kids come
I love when little kids come into my CVS job. They get so excited over things that I'm really jaded toward. I'll hear one say, "woooow, look at all the ice cream. Mmmmmm. Which one can I have?" And I say to myself, "they're right." :D