I once traveled far; to hunt wild things my dream;
I ate mangos and bananas; drank coconut cream.
Deep in jungles I tread; in search of tigers and wildboars;
to hang their heads on my walls;and their fur on the floors.
My safari was cut short; through no fault of my own;
Mother scolded, “Tommy, leave thekitty cat alone.”
“Aw Mom, he was an panther; as black as midnight;
I had him fair and square; he was right in my sight.”
“Well little hunter; put your cork gun down and eat;
the panther will wait; he’s lying down by your feet.”
I soon finished my sandwich of bologna and cheese;
Back out I went to pretend, and play in the breeze.
This time not a hunter; but a fire fighter instead;
In my fire truck I race; with trusty helmet on head.
I see flames coming from a house; I must put it out!
I grab my green hose; after turning full on the spout;
The fire is quenched; with gallons of water I sprayed.
Out came my mother; looking annoyed and dismayed.
“Tommy! The windows are open; everything’s all wet;
put down that garden hose; or you will live to regret!”
“Another fun game is ruined; now what shall I play?”
Hey, Bruno; want to be the steed I ride on today?
I’ll be a knight; and you’ll be a stallion of black;
I’ll ride into battle; winning the war on your back.
“Bruno, come back here;dumb dog; its only pretend.
Without you I can’t gallop and fight; the King to defend.”
Little Tommy gives up; sits down on the ground;
Now his fun is ruined not by Mom; but a hound!
He looks around the yard; searching for some fun;
that no one could scold for; nor break away and run.
“I’ve got it!” He shouted; running over to his swing;
“I’ll be a pilot soaring high; tipping my plane’s wing.
I’ll shoot down a few; then parachute to the ground;
as my plane takes a hit; from enemy firing a round.”
Looking out her window Mom liked what she viewed;
Little Tommy swinging happily; no animals subdued.
Just her little boy swinging; harmless sunny day fun;
If only she knew; he’d need a cast by time day is done!