I wake up in the light,
Play all around with toys that I have.
I eat chips with mustard sauce ( which I have hidden away)
I watch cartoons who seem very funny.
I do aspire to become a character as one of them.
I ring a friend,
That I am in the afternoon sun.
I scold my brothers,
For they are very naughty.
They are good for nothing,
Except for being small toddlers.
A toy wouldn’t survive for a day in their hands,
A gift is meant to be diminished,
Only love can make them happier,
For they are truly all lovably gooey.
By the way who am I?
I am,
A small boy with his own family.
Adios!
