Squandered boyhood

Extreme docility summarily

characterized demeanor,

when yours truly

pip squeaking little lad

the loudest sound,

this then pint size kid

generated courtesy

snapping, crackling, and

popping on quisp

and quake cereal

dems mighty good

eat'n snack food

straight out the box

this the most egregious behavior

exhibited by otherwise

extremely obedient sole son,

who feared never

venturing far from home

linkedin, albeit voluntarily

thank mother's durable apron strings

content self absorbed

taking especial attention

to surrounding flora and fauna

marveling at whirled wide webs

oblivious arachnids exemplified,

which near picture perfect dutiful son

a sissy fussy dorky dude,

now reimagines chock full

of mischievous deeds

epitomized, couched, applied

to fictitious unrepentant rapscallion

named Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore

brainchild made manifest destiny

obscure poet christened

William Brighty Rands

(British writer and major author

of nursery rhymes of Victorian era)

Google aforementioned name

if least bit curious

said crafted little

persona non grata

gangsta rappa if alive today

unleashed rather lame pranks

compared to golden opportunities,

no name brand garden variety

envious impish ragamuffins,

or even well groomed youths

respectable looking

albeit precocious progeny

need not leave comfort

of home nor hearth

what with wreaking havoc

freeing, loosing, releasing

veritable rainbow coalition

gender neutral binary rapscallions

across borderless cyberspace

itty bitty doggone petty files.