Two year old tow head boy,
Blonde curls wave as he passes,
Waving a spatula as a baton
His magic wand to heighten
That feeling of triumph
Over imaginary enemies.
A cyclone of pure energy
Sending all the cats scurrying
In a total hiding frenzy
As the heavy handed tot
Depends on the valor of his world
In an earthly envoy of imagination
Searching for loot and gimcracks
Only a two year old could find valuable.

Laura R
4-16-03