Some Things Children Shouldn't Do

by

Kenneth R. Bays

In the small town,where I am from,
I had a good friend, he was my chum.
The things we did way back then,
Would scare the hair right off your chin.
We would place cans upon our heads,
And with our rifles shoot them dead.
We'd go to Elsie's and climb her trees,
And make mudballs to throw at the bees.
When the balls did strike the hives,
The bees would sting and swell shut our eyes.
I remember one time, as he put his pants on,
He started jumping and singing a song.
It seemed there was a wasp in his pants,
And that's what was making him sing and dance.
To my friend Ron, I dedicate this poem,
For all the friendship that he has shown.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Sylvia in my Garden
by: Joyce Hemsley
from: Sunderland, England, UK

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