Again and again his mother asked him to dress,
She was with her Boy, at an impasse.
As he continued to play,his game of chess,
Ignoring her, thinking her anger misplaced.
Until one day into the bin, she threw all he possessed.
The Boy, this situation he quickly assessed.
To ring Child Line, he thought, would be best.
They told him, ignoring his mother, wouldn’t lead to success.
If good, his belongings, he may be able to re-possess,
This thought, made his spirits rise to the sky,
His actions were rewarded, as the days rolled by.