BEING A BOY

Hiding in the wardrobe
Laying on the floor
Muttering incandescent charms
Slamming all the doors.
Throwing Hasbro's Action Man
High up in the air
Exploding enemy base camp
Installed under a chair.

Pockets full of pebbles,
Rubber bands and cars
Grubby face, sticky fingers
Giggling at farts.
Singing heartfelt renditions
Of Twinkle Little Star
Whooping round the garden
Rocketing to Mars.

Chatting on the back step
With the woodlice and the ants
Trampling all the flowers
Eating grass and pulling plants.
Scaling benches as mountains
Grazing knees and bruising shins
Proudly sporting plasters
And stickers for toothy grins.

Flying through the hallway
With paper aeroplanes
Sinking ships in bubble baths
And wearing bubble beards.
Finding joy in scattering
Every floor with all the toys
There's nonstop fun to be had
When you're three, and being a boy.

©KizWiz
September 2011