Grow Up, Brat Poem by John Sensele

Grow strong, lad, throw away thoughts of defeat
For destiny designs a bright future
Self realization sings on wings cherishes your feet
Salute your nature, culture and departure.

Grow wise, lass, cruise by day
For a prince charming treks from yonder
To kiss your hand, to pray
Your heart nods your gander.

Grow affable, dame, bow down at your high table
For your hubby's hobby this day spins zillions
On YouTube, Instagram, Facebook and on cable
Television. In your kitty are sprinting billions.

Grow up, brat, cut out tantrums
For your cure and its lure of pure magic
Call upon you with trumpets and drums
To ensure no censure grows tragic.