a world without kids
no one to call your own
a world without kids
...
the new baby has just arrived
he cries and cries all night long
But thank god the noise just subsides
After his mother sung him a song
...
its boring
i dont like to be bored
i am starting to like talking more
i dont know why i am writing dis poem
...
AS YOU CAN SEE MY NAME IS ARIELLE AND I AM ABOUT TO BE SIXTEEN SOON SO THATS ALL I COULD SAY ABOUT MY SELF FOR NOW IM IN SCHOOL RITE NOW)
A World Without Kids
a world without kids
no one to call your own
a world without kids
no one to care for
a world without kids
no one to tuck in at night
a world without kids
no one to watch grow up
a world with out kids
no noe to tell right form wrong
a world without kids
it would not be a world anymore