Kids

I was baby-sitting years ago and found this poem of my experiences, combined with my own memories.

Short legs run,
easy work, never done.
Let's be content in laziness,
Sloth is a Virtue.
Dissolve into sleepy haziness.

"Glory, glory hallelujah,
my teacher hit me with a ruler"
Such a childish rhyme
sung under petulant lips
just to pass the time.

Innocence is a dying art
my juvenile upstart.
"How now brown cow?"
An exercise in theatrics
I think its time to take a bow.