some of my poems have a child like quality to them, being able to explain them very hard. A little chair that wanted to grow up to soon.


I didn't want to be a chair,
But mummy said,
"If you don't do what I tell you,
You'll grow up to be a bed".

I want to go out,
only if I could.
Daddy said," Be careful;
Or you'll grow up as firewood".

Even my baby brother,
A baby seat without a care.
wanted to be like mummy,
And grow up to be a chair.

But me; I don't want to laze around
all day, like a useless loafer.
Or grow up like my uncle,
And turn into a sofa.

I want to travel in a fire engine,
save lives, Telling dad it made him madder.
"Watch it boy he huffed,
or you may turn into a fireman's ladder".

To show them how brave I was,
I stood to close to the fire.
Mummy and daddy made a dash;
I won't be growing up to be a chair
no more, Just a pile of ash.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-08-11 at 17:39

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