Theme: Satire

Hey Boy!


Hello there, innocent boy;
Crying for that pretty toy,
But you have lots of them,
You create a ruckus now and then.
You always want a new one,
Always looking for new fun,
get bored with the toy so soon,
that would be the last, you swoon.
But you fell in love again,
Oh boy, you are such a pain;
And in this way you grow old,
"Behave yourself" you need to be told.
At Sixteen, thirty or forty-two,
There is always a boy inside of you!
Image © Alka Pandey


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