A Large Slice Of Sleepy Pie.

 

A large slice of sleepy pie!

©-MFB III 

His toys lie,
in a tumble,
across the carpet,
like dice,
their number was up,
when he lost interest.

The punch ball is beat,
the Lego's are exactly,
where he Lego of them,
an hour ago.

Some crayons are,
waxing eloquently,
on constantly being broke,
a few of them are blue,
and I find them all,
a peeling,
like sunburned immigrants,
abandoned without papers,
along the borders of,
his marked space.

Various stuffed animals,
are just starting to,
digest his absence.
Eight blocks away,
a clown balances,
on an almost perfect tower.
Eight more blocks,
would have done it,
but gravity seldom pauses,
for childish whimsies.

A jack-in-the-box,
popped out awhile ago,
but he will not be back in,
until someone puts a lid,
on his cranky situation.

The coffee table,
is a racetrack ,
where his matchbox cars,
run heats.
Near the finish line,
one half-bitten,
moon shaped cookie,
signifies the remnants,
of a bedtime snack.

Now nightie-night has claimed,
his attention and he's,
enjoying a healthy slice,
of sleepy pie.

His tiny, rosy cheek,
now graces cartoon faces.
on his pillow cases.
The sand-man has paid a visit,
tucking sleep dirt,
in the corners of,
forget-me-not blue eyes,
that the morning sun,
will open,
like the petals of a bud,
and his toys again,
will tumble,
in
  an
     avalanche
               of
                   Joy!

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Ivorwen 7 years ago from Hither and Yonder

This is beautifully written and so true of little boys.


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franciaonline 7 years ago from Philippines

Beautiful poem!

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