The Curious Boy. Poetry


The curious clumsy child climbed
he fell on his head
oh no is he dead.
He bled, and bled and bled and bled
 but he never cried.
Here comes the doctor you’ll just feel a pinch, he didn’t even flinch.
One, two, three staples, ouch! ouch! ouch!  But he never did cry
 why did he not cry
 I hope he wont die.
One, two, three the staples are out 
his hemorrhaging head has healed.
Today is a new day
its time to go play
and the curious clumsy child climbed.

Author: Forever Serene

I write about life, poems, narcissists and trying new things. Currently, I am taking a break from blogging. I am busy trying new things and living my life.