The Child Is The King Poem by Phil Soar

The child is the king
No-one knows that more than me
You see, I've been a child awhile
Though I'm nearly sixty-three
I act sometimes like I am three
Tantrums often,
Before tea
No mum however to chastise me
Now that I'm nearly sixty-three

The child is the master of all he surveys
Except when his girl suggests that he obeys
No matter the meaning or whatever he says
He thinks he's the master of all he surveys
Not so
She says

The child has the right to be everything bad
The child has to grow and be happy and glad
No matter who else might be morose and sad
If you feel you're a child, it's not just a fad
Not so
Says Dad

I feel I'm a child, and have never grown up
I'm older now, and I'm no longer a pup
I can drink like a fish, from a half empty cup
And I'm game to try anything, until told to stop
But I guess, I will not
Stop