Tiny, little, squible, feeble creatures
Fat chubby and smiling sometimes they are
But God made these baby boys
Who someday will begin to play with toys
Breaking, tearing, knocking and sometimes annoying
But to the heart they usually bring lots of joy.
The funny, scary things they sometimes do
Yet we can’t deny that God made them too
Boys will be boys the saying goes
Parents, teachers and sitters they keep on their toes
They can make you laugh, they can make you cry
They can cause you to ask, “God why did you make boys?!”
Boys! Boys! When they are quiet and make no noise
You have to look out, you have no choice!
You never know what they’ll do next
And sometimes when they are around you have no rest
Boys! Boys someday they grow up handsome and tall
They invent, they mend, they build huge walls
And when they are ready to pursue their dreams
No one can stop them when they decide to win
Years go by and these boys have grown
No longer little creatures, they can stand on their own
You see them in the office, you see them directing traffic
Then you understand why God made boys, He had his logic
Boys become men and men become fathers
Boys become pastors, farmers, doctors and lawyers
Boys can make the world a safer place to live
So assist them, positive morals to achieve
So when you see the little boys pass by
Don’t abuse them, encourage them, help them to thrive
Just remember that God made boys
And someday their labours we’ll all enjoy
Dedicated to all our boys
And our men who were one before
Yes All True Words
POET , THIS IS A VERY CUTE POEM BUT YOU SHOULD ADD ONE MORE VERSE. It’s too bad these same innocent boys turn into full fledged monsters who beat their wives and talk their way out of the hands of the police. SHAME ON BOYS WHO BECOME MEN!!!!
Well said, put together. Reach out to our boys my friend. The world wants us to do this.
And there are good boy naughty (bad) ones as well. sometimes we wonder who/what made them that way. and how there mamma hurt when they do the not so nice things, but at times it is not even their fault but something they saw or experienced….then society recite the poem, FROGS AND SNAILS AND PUPPY DOGS TAIL THAT’S WHAT LITTLE BOYS ARE MADE OF, WHERE SUGAR AND SPICE AND ALL THINGS NICE THAT’S WHAT LITTLE GIRLS ARE MADE OF…But sadly both boys and girls gets abuse and make them to believe it is love..therefore their safety should be our main priority..First step is to educate our children start from the cradle…
Awesome, excellent poem. Author, keep writing.