No Adults Please Poem by azmat naushad asif

She is correct
How dead our minds get
Stop evolving as adulthood it reaches

Thinks it knows everything
But what they can't see is the unseen.
It cannnot see the monster under the bed
And clings on to saviour teddy bears
It does know that shooting stars are meteor
So does not wish for happiness
It does not know how to believe firmly
Without any reason, so santas aren't for them
No doubt they bring gifts for children only

Old fashioned adults think they
Are in vogue.
Can't think out of the box
Until they are buried in one