My Junior doesn't stand up anymore;
he doesn't get excited as before.
Oh, I can coax that boy all day,
but he refuses to obey.
It makes me long so much for days of yore!
I can imagine it would be a trial at times to bring up a boy. I hear them calling out loudly in or near supermarkets.
A witty poem enjoyed of course read on a superficial level that is all the poem is however reading the subtext between the line if you like is a longing for things passed to have things as they used to be. It is our human frailty to deal with change whilst wishing everything stayed the same. Thanks for your comments on four vibrations they actually are just whimsy sort being playful with words but really they mean very little.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
p.s. YES, SPANK THE OUT OF HIM, if THAT IS ALL YOU CAN " do for" HIM.