I Am A Regular Kid

Claim: We kids with our regular activities are as beneficial for humanity as are bees and their nectar stealing for flowers.

I Am A Regular Kid

I am a regular kid and I know it.

Neighbors, oh they won’t show it!

You must have seen its jumbo nails,

Blood stained green zillions of nails,

That real ghost lives in Gulmohar.

I climbed up to befriend the specter,

There was one more, albeit slender,

Stuck on a wire, to my wonder,

As I chanced to trespass the clown,

It pushed me off and I fell down.

Floating in an aerial ambiance,

With ample frolic as I jived,

Wow, it was the best experience,

Sorrow, it was so short lived.

As my head got readily rooted,

In soil heap just below the tree,

I looked like one too, undisputed.

Savoring rare mutation spree,

With branching legs and a torso trunk,

Adorned with toes as if leaves shrunk,

Offshoots of arms and sepals of nails.

Unmindful of my protests and wails,

I was pulled out of the yummy soil,

And drenched with garden hose coil,

To wash away my tasty memories;

And prepare for detested drudgeries,

As lying still to let the pale devil peep,

And scream clots when can’t see deep;

Doc pointed at a worryingly big blot,

Which looks cute and I adore a lot.

See, that’s my gifted brand new brain,

Which gives me spunk and kills refrain.

All grannies are sad and lonely at noon,

Wishing visits from kids as far as moon,

As little tears drip from their eyes,

New brain fails to bear those cries.

I ring their low-rise doorbells,

And deliver generous sequels,

But grannies are still not happy,

They get snappy, call me crappy!

Next I deflate bicycle tires,

All I get in return is ires.

How to tell I am charity trainer,

And pumping is a cellulite slainer!

Soon their junk bodies start to tone,

But my services remain unknown!

They preach bitching is so bad,

Yet gossip makes them go mad,

Try to confirm those back bytes,

All you hear is 'this is heights'!

As trash slips out of houses onto the streets,

I send that back with monkeys and tweets.

They, for my act and words of wisdom,

Have named me king of monster kingdom!

Best is to splash in mini mud pools,

Created fresh by cleaning schools,

And paint sparkling cars all over,

In shades of earth over and over.

Now cleaners drain away the water,

And the pools dry much much faster,

Now roads have started to last longer,

Yet no gain to my image of evil monger!

I am a regular kid and I know it.

Neighbors, oh they won’t show it!