Yellow Wellies

silly sonnet

 

Yellow Wellies

 

He’s only two or three, no more.

Splashing in puddles happily.

I daren’t do it any more.

So I watch him enviously.

I am grown up and I must be

always on my best behaviour.

Conscious of my dignity.

As I watch this little shaver.

In his yellow wellies dancing,

 raising smiles from passers by

They cannot avoid his splashing.

I’m convinced that they like I.

Wish that they were young again.

Happily dancing in the rain.

 

19/08/2009

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Reviews

[A]

Great poem! The joys of being young and carefree. Love this! :)

[Tate Morgan]

Man I like this I really like this Please read my poem boyhood.You will see a striking resemblance of attitude to your own
Your friend tate