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THE JUMPING JUVENILES
THE JUMPING JUVENILES
Snob Nose;
Eyes half closed
See no one,
Locked lips - Smile at none.
He grips the palm
Of a chubby tot, his heart’s balm.
Her twinkling eyes
Smile at every one she spies.
On her way to the brand new school
Best in the city, plush and cool .
Grandpa looks around in disdain,
Attempts to control Chubby in vain!
The tiny cherubs all packed up tight
Fingers in mittens with caps bright.
Playful bundles of energy unbounded
Mums and grandparents have them surrounded!
Out in the smog
A lone dog
Curls up tight
Bleeding, tired from scars of the night .
Across, on a sandy mound
Sleep its tormentors, strewn around
Like crumpled bags
The sad shapes sag .
Apart, a few paces
Old folks, some in braces
Nursing their aches and cramps
Zealously guard the jumping tramps.
Racing, shoving amid whoops of delight
A spark, a row, erupts in a fight
And turns into ugly show of might
Disheveled, dirty , they now look a fright!
Gramps go frantic
At such Impish antic!
What a sad and sorry plight!
“Our darling jumping angels bright !
