Nancy Gonzalez Poetry

Couldn't handle BIG bites,
chewing small pieces,
is that what you want?

Oh, sweet child of mine,
I'll get your bib,
so you don't stain your clothes.
I'll cut your chicken into small pieces,
then you won't choke.

Young boy thinks he's all that.
Soon he will fall from the cloud.
Fallen angel, crashing to the ground.

Will come crying, running to his mom.
So she'll kiss his scrapes and cuts.
Poor baby, had to take a pause.
We'll see more of him on the second round.

A shout is heard that
announces that he's back again.
Adventues of a Child,
who wants to become a Man.
Tune in, don't go away
this episode is here to stay.
Turn on your Tv,
keep watching this channel.

This is all folks for today.
We'll have a new show tomorrow.
Goodbye to our viewers,
laters, bye, bye my friends.

Poet: Nancy Gonzalez