If grown up is eating greens
And washing the car on Sunday
Then let me be a child once more
And grant me a 'day to play' day
I might want to pick my nose sometimes
And slurp milk up from the bowl
If having such good manners
Is what defines me being old
I'll run about and scream and shout
Wear plasters on my knee
If being mature means sitting still
And sipping Earl Grey tea
And yes I'd like to make mud pie
And climb that dangerous tree
Imagine I have a bike that flies
And a best friend called ET
So cancel all those formal dos
And stuffy dinner dates
I want to wait for the ice cream van
And swing on garden gates
And I know you're thinking what a fool
Don't be so immature
But I think it's good to sometimes be
The child you were before!
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Author:
Leisa Niamh (
Offline) - Published: March 4th, 2018 05:59
- Category: Humor
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Leisa
Your piece took me back to those child-hood days, I can almost hear the ice-cream van coming round the corner 🙂
A sweet poem that resonates with me, and so reminiscent
Michael 🙂
Ha ha Thank you.
Yes i know what you mean, when I read it back it kind of made me a little sad thinking about how my childhood was very different to my daughters.
Oh yes! Why are people so stuffy!
My thoughts exactly - my daughter thinks I'm the most immature parent ever - which Im sure she means in a derogatory way - but I take it as a huge compliment every time!
So you should!
What a charming poem! I love these lines..
"I want to wait for the ice cream van
And swing on garden gates"
Makes me want to go outside and run around. lol
Beautiful.
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