The Fast Grower

The Fast Grower

My little boy

Is not so little no more

He shot up from a baby

To five foot four

My scramble to find

Long leg-ged trousers

Has sent me out on a quest

For long days and long hours

The problem I have is

He's string bean thin

And he's grown much faster

Than the pants he is in

He roams around with

Pant legs that are long

But outgrows them before

I can hum a short song

I should tell him to

Slick back

His 13-year-old hair

And wear cool sunglasses

And walk with a cool aire

'Cause high waters

Displaying white socks

Would be nifty

If this were somewhere

Around

Nineteen hundred and fifty

~D. Rosado-Coyle