INFANTILE PLEASURES

Kwame pees and peeps

His pleasures turns to sweat

His mama’s cane awaits

His papa’s stare would scare

His friends’ taunts would hurt

What must Kwame do?

What? What must Kwame do?

School is a bore

Shoes give him sore

All subjects are core

Each thing is a bore

But some kids ask for more

What must Kwame do?

What? What must Kwame do?

III

Way is there to play

Bay is there today

Clay will help him lay

He may say okay

But time will make it stray

What must Kwame do

What? What must Kwame do?

Tags CHILDREN POEMS, KID POEMS, poetry for kids

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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