:)*Enjoy* Written by Dennis Lee, for more biographical info please visit:
http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/34


What Will You Be?



They never stop asking me
"What will you be?--
A doctor, a dancer,
A diver at sea?"

They never stop bugging me:
"What will you be?"
As if they expect me to
Stop being me.

When I grow up I'm going to be a Sneeze,
And sprinkle Germs on all my Enemies.
When I grow up I'm going to be a Toad,
And dump on Silly Questions in the road.

When I grow up, I'm going to be a Child.
I'll Play the whole darn day and drive them Wild.

 





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Written on 2010-03-23 at 02:52

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Christin Brennan
i had no idea the editorial team throws in some poems once in awhile! glad you'll do because sometimes it can be a bit difficult to find a poem to respond to. i'm not the avg. 'commenter'. but i'm sure you'll know i'm out there-pretty hard to miss the girl who writes novel worthy crits. so far the people here react so well to my crits that are extremely honest. i think that's why i keep coming back to this site really.

i myself stick to free verse for the sake of everyone, so i always enjoy the challenge of reading another writer's challenge :)

although vague, i respect the poem & writing sheme because the classic structure in poems like these are far from 'childsplay'. yes the feeling of this poem is innocent, wonderous & an incredible mimic as far as time, age, but you make it seem so easy while playing by the rules of the iambiic pentameter.

this is far out, but it's like one of those pixar disney films that's disguised with animation and rated G, but half of it is adult humor you didn't really expect. this is better, that's kind of a big deal for me

rock on
christin
2010-04-16


Rob Graber
OMG! How could I have been so deaf?! The meter shifts, at line 9, not to childish carelessness, but to that noblest meter in all of English verse: iambic pentameter, and executed to perfection. A brilliant joke by a poet in full control of his craft!
2010-03-24


Rob Graber
Though the meter, wonderfully flawless the first two stanzas, goes to pot in the remainder, this is an enjoyable poem. Perhaps the "carefree" meter is to sound childish?!
2010-03-23



Bravo to Dennis! When I was a kid, I used to wonder why anybody in his right mind would want to "grow up." As far as I could see, it meant nothing more than dragging oneself to "the office" 5 days out of the week, forfeiting all my toys, getting sent to some foreign land to fight for some vague ideology, and "getting serious" about life. Little did I know that the kid was absolutely right.

It's all a conspiracy, this growing up thing.

Cheers,
William
2010-03-23


NicholasG
Had I only had this in my bag of tricks
Way back in nineteen seventy - six

I love it!!
2010-03-23