Tell Me Why I Shouldn't Forgive My Child Poem by Sixtus Osim

Last year in summer, in the month of August,
I saw my my little child stumbling on the dust;
I stopped and looked, and behold, ITS sneakers were gone;
There were some little holes that made them look rough
Then I felt like spanking my little child.


But I quickly realised that will be wrong;
For when I took some steps back and breathed in,
I depersonalised ITS little acts to my sins.
I began to have some memoirs
Of how and when I was a little child
I had been naughty; vocal and very wild
About letting my mother to know how I felt,
I also remembered that, all those blunders I did
Were not to let my mother to get angry;
Neither were they to make her blush no stall on purpose
But all I wanted was my freedom and glory
To drop a bowl down, sit on it and fart
And share my food with dogs and cats;
Sometimes I poo and pee, and left myself utterly messed,
I also swam in my pee
As if it were a little pool
I handled my stool as if it were a tool,
So little I knew how much I made my mom went mad,
Yet she knew all those deeds were not a slight against her;
But how my mother figured things out
Made me to blanch and become stunned;
And hence I walked away like a saint,
Then tell me why I shouldn't forgive my child!