Childish Me Poem by Phil Soar

The child in mean appears from time to time
Well, actually, more than I wish it would
And when it does, results can twist the mind
I'd love to say that it has done me good

At times the things I do give me such pleasure
I see the stupid part of daily tasks
And moments that I laugh at, I just treasure
And hide the masquerade that laughing masks

I really should have learnt that I'm a nutcase
The child in me has helped me be that way
My mum, in early life, had packed my suitcase
And tried to send me back where I came from