This celestial boy
Coming down to a world
Of sweat and toil,
Demanding sweets and toys —
Without them he gets annoyed.
He could boycott,
He could destroy;
Whether he cries or laughs,
He seems to be in joy.
O boy,
When you toy
With all your fancies,
When you beam such joy,
When you destroy,
When you boycott —
Do you get caught
In the mesh,
O boy?
For now,
No freaking out,
No crying aloud,
Just enjoy!
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 8:25 PM UTC
This celestial boy
Coming down to a world
Of sweat and toil,
Demanding sweets and toys —
Without them he gets annoyed.
He could boycott,
He could destroy;
Whether he cries or laughs,
He seems to be in joy.
O boy,
When you toy
With all your fancies,
When you beam such joy,
When you destroy,
When you boycott —
Do you get caught
In the mesh,
O boy?
For now,
No freaking out,
No crying aloud,
Just enjoy!
Three days ago, this poem "came" to me with the play of words "boy", "toy", "enjoy", "annoy", "destroy", and "boycott".
A teacher and a mentor told me:
"I enjoy your sparkling sharings of sounds.
Now I have 'students' who need practice with English sounds, so it finally occurs to me that your poems offer stimulating material for class."
Another motivation for me to continue.
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