Showing posts with label Sons boys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sons boys. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

What are little boys made of?

Do you agree with,

"What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails, and puppy-dogs' tails,
That's what little boys are made of.
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice, and everything nice,
That's what little girls are made of."

Not sugar and spice and all that is nice?

What are little boys made up of?

Of two year olds running after a football …

Of balancing on a moving tricycle at three

(And three stitches to remember that ...)

Of washing a remote controlled car ...

Of emptying bottles of oil on skinny arms,

Of three dedicated push ups

And then another irresistible peek to check them (missing) bulging muscles

Of talcum powder on the floor

Of shirt unbuttoned like Shah Rukh Khan

Neckties without a shirt

Daddy’s leather belts worn on PJs

Of wardrobes emptied on the floor ...

(and once hid an egg there in the hope that it will hatch)

Of a passion for gum boots,

With daddy’s socks

Of towels and dupatttas used as Superman’s cape

Of underwear worn on top of jeans

And of being allowed to go out to play like that ...

Of letters to Santa and tooth fairies

Of jumping in the sea like 'Bay Watch’ because Mamma thought she was drowning

Of missing the sound of Daddy clearing his throat ...

Of West Life and Bryan

Of hours spent in front of the mirror to look like Bryan

Of Bryan’s hair style

Of favorite lyrics and Pokémon cartoons

In the last pages of all school notebooks

Of music classes bunked to play football

Of thinking they can drive at three

Of wanting to be daddy when they grow up

Of wanting to be rock stars tomorrow

Of wanting to be footballers today …

Of avoiding running over frogs and snails ...
while cycling full speed
Of whooping and rolling on the floor
to the tune of
Of a puppy dogs wagging tail
Isn't that what little boys are made up of ...