The Boy Who Wouldn’t Go up To Bed
March 18, 2019
The Boy Who Wouldn’t Stop Singing
March 18, 2019

The Boy Who Wouldn’t Stop Whistling

He whistled, lifting his body and bending his hips.

Through his teeth his fingers his puckered up lips.

Deafening all, who came into view

And those living in the next town too.

The Boy was his mother’s despair,

She warned her son, he must take care;

One day he’d have regrets, never again to dare.

That day dawned, his shrill command

Was heard by dogs, throughout the land.

Old and young, ran out to play.

Thousands came out that day;

All raced along the street.

Eager, the whistling boy, to greet.

The Boy took to his heels and fled.

Found days later; under his bed.