Eddie sleeps till a quarter to four.
He never wakes up to go through the door.
The idea of- WORK- is so absurd,
he practically chokes on the very word.
He’ll never starve he has plenty to eat.
Bills he files under “G” or his favorite car seat.
Oh yes Eddie drives and pays no insurance,
for he has a mama with lots of endurance.
The cycle must end, says family and friends.
Eddie will leave and then come back again.
Mama smiles at her cute 27 year old baby boy
She loves to buy him his favorite toys.
CD players, MP3’s, Ipod, TV, clothes etc. etc. etc.
Written: June 11,2007
Great flow and a great poem Melvina. You have captured it all so well Lovely write and a lovely read. Thanks for penning it. love and hugs Ernestine XXX
spoiled to the core that baby boy...I like the rhythm in this one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Melvina! Wow! We had the same thoughts on the same day...about enabling others...Great minds, lol! ! Honestly your poem is Great and flows so well...and says so much. Mine actually when I read it again and again...it is just a note where I am venting.....MINE ' Who are you enamblng'....sadly is not really much of a poem! This poem is cute and is so true of many parents with sometimes rotten kids...mostly because we enable them to be rooten and irresponsible and just spoiled...NOT their fault entirely...of course they can choose to not be that way but why when they have someone to catch them when they fall and clean up their messes! ! ! Great work 10/10! ! ! Talk 2 u later today... Shelley