A Boy of 8 Years

I am a man, I am 8 years old and I like many

things and some I don't.

I don't like spinach, but love cream cheese.

Don't like refried beans and they don't like me.

I like spiders and crickets are okay.

I like slimy worms, like the one I put down Cindy's

dress at school one day.

Don't like girls, their squeamish and they don't like

to play cowboys and Indians. Say they hate being

tied and set on fire, their no fun at all.

I like to run and play ball. Its okay if I fall.

I like my pet dog, named Puddles a girly name

my mom picked out. But that's okay, cuz' he likes

to play in the mud with me.

Girls are prissy, and don't like to play in the mud.

Always fixing their hair and making sure their dress

is nice and neat.

Nope, I don't like little girls, they're no fun at all.

I am glad I am a man, I like to get dirty and don't

care if my hair smells pretty.

Someday I am going to own my own car, a rad

set of wheels. And put my bike away.

But I have time for all those things, after I clean my

room and take out the trash. Sheez' a mans work just

ain't never done.




Written By:

Donna Le

�Copyright1999

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