Immature

Leisa Niamh

 

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!

  • Author: Leisa Niamh (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 4th, 2018 05:59
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 18
  • Users favorite of this poem: Lorna
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  • Poetic25

    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 🙂

  • Leisa Niamh

    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.

  • Lorna

    Oh yes! Why are people so stuffy!

    • Leisa Niamh

      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!

      • Lorna

        So you should!

      • smallest_stars

        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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