Mom, shall I too grow one day?
“Yes, certainly, my son.
One day you too will mature
Into a man big one”.
Mom, when I become a man,
Like papa, shall I, smoke?
Shall I be able to gulp
A bottle in a stroke?
“Son, you may, if you want to
Be that sort of a man.
Smoking burns the lungs inside.
Who likes a drunken man?”
Mom, I like my papa much.
I don’t think he is bad.
“Son, I wish that such harmful
Habits he never had”.
* Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format.
* Initially written as entry 474455 in the book SCIENCE, MEDICAL, LAW, HUMOR, CHILDREN, "SCIENCE, MEDICAL, LAW, HUMOR, CHILDREN" . Posted as static item on 16 March 2008.
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