Giant Arms Always Grabbin' At Me. Poem by Michael Gale

Why are these giant arms grabbing at me? ...
Oops! Up i go.I only wished i could run and flee.
I'm getting dizzy.
Oh heck! Why are these bars in front of my face?
Why are you, you big giant person getting into my space?
Don't you know that i am sleepy and i wanna take a nap? ...
If you get in my face any closer, it will be your face that i slap.
What is that smell? Pheeew! This white plastic thing above my legs
put on with tape, really feels wet...
But what is that thing shaped like a cigar, my uncle Harry, smokes,
doing in my back side's diaper? Let's see, i'll just kick this thing off'a
from roun' my feet...
From that brown looking thing that stinks, i think i'll fastly run from and
retreat.
My nose will thank me later.
If those giant arms grab at me again, it will be 'see ya later allegator! '
Oh oh! (Yawn) Everything's getting darker.
Who turned out the light? ...
Good night.
(zzzzzz! zzz! zz! z!)