When I Was A Boy Poem by Randy McClave

My parents bought me a toy,
Just to keep my hands and my mind amused,
That way I would never get hurt or bruised;
They bought me clay so that I could create,
So, I made them each a cup and a plate,
Then after awhile of that toy I got tired;
With my sculptures; I was no longer inspired.

My parents then brought be some crayons,
I then went on coloring marathons,
Every wall and piece of paper was my masterpiece,
But, soon again, I got bored so my art did cease;
My parents then bought a book for me to read,
They decided my soul and imagination should be freed,
I read the Bible while they read economics,
They were excited, I was stupefy, so I started reading comics.

The next toy for me that my parents did find,
It was a toy to help stimulate my mind,
I spent hours playing with that one present,
Those memories and times with that gift were unpleasant,
It was another gift that I did not want to receive,
But, with a smile on my face my parents I did deceive,
It seemed as myself my parents wanted to mold;
Why couldn't they buy me a toy; that would just explode.