Frightful Fergus Poem by Richard D Remler

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Fergus, he's a spoil sport,
And is no fun at all.
He'll explain the probability
Of every single fall.

"Don't do that! " He's sure to say
When we all go outside to play.
"You'll scrape your elbow!
You'll dent your knee!
You ought to stay as safe as me! "

"Don't climb that tree!
It's far too tall.
And don't you trust
That slide at all!
And those monkey bars,
They're rusty too!
That isn't something
Safe to do."

"So don't do that.
Can't you see?
You'll stub your toe.
You'll scrape your knee.
You'll sprain your ankle,
And that's not fun.
And you'll regret the
Goofy stuff you've done."

But I kind of like
To climb those trees.
And everybody scrapes
Their knees
A time, or two,
Or three. Like me.
And I don't mind it.
No Siree!

I don't understand why
He would miss
A perfect afternoon
Like this.
The day is young,
Alive and new,
The grass is green,
The sky is blue.

Seems a fair bit sad
To have to hide
From an itsy splinter
On a slide.
It must be why Fergus
Shies away
Whenever we go
Out to play.


Copyright © MMXIII Richard D. Remler