Tee-Jay On A Swing Poem by Lone Wolf

Tee-jay bouncing on a swing
He cried and shout as if he was bite
Mother baby dance and sing
It's was a naming to his birth
Making incessant cacophozy
When he was taking his bath
He said i dont have appetite,
But my mum forced me to eat
Give me a spoon and feed myself
My hand is strong and complete
But he feel sick
When he heard from mum that you thought you are frisk
When you are weak

Still growing on a swing
He crawls across the road like a snail
Echoes in silent ocean as the bell ring
That make fear with little quail
He wish to fly, but no wings,
And he never give in to wail
But he heard the bird render a song
Before you fly first learn how to sail