You are the spitting image of perfection--
drops of happiness bound by twist-ties,
rolled into a big ball of perfection.
You slumber in synthetic web
cloaked in red and blue drapes,
because spandex is just a little too uncomfortable at night,
and you've kinda outgrown Spider-man briefs.
Boy,
you are the imprint on my hand,
shaped like a smiley face,
bringing a tear to my eye every time I leave.
How much you've grown since I've last seen you.
Boy,
you are a kindred spirit,
untamed by the cruelty of man.
Boy,
my brother,
stay a boy for as long as you can.
drops of happiness bound by twist-ties,
rolled into a big ball of perfection.
You slumber in synthetic web
cloaked in red and blue drapes,
because spandex is just a little too uncomfortable at night,
and you've kinda outgrown Spider-man briefs.
Boy,
you are the imprint on my hand,
shaped like a smiley face,
bringing a tear to my eye every time I leave.
How much you've grown since I've last seen you.
Boy,
you are a kindred spirit,
untamed by the cruelty of man.
Boy,
my brother,
stay a boy for as long as you can.