When I Was A Boy

My parents bought me a toy, Just to keep my hands and my mind amused, That way I would never get hurt or bruised; They bought me clay so that I could create, So, I made them each a cup and a plate, Then after awhile of that toy I got tired; With my sculptures; I was no longer inspired. My parents then brought be some crayons, I then went on coloring marathons, Every wall and piece of paper was my masterpiece, But, soon again, I got bored so my art did cease; My parents then bought a book for me to read, They decided my soul and imagination should be freed, I read the Bible while they read economics, They were excited, I was stupefy, so I started reading comics. The next toy for me that my parents did find, It was a toy to help stimulate my mind, I spent hours playing with that one present, Those memories and times with that gift were unpleasant, It was another gift that I did not want to receive, But, with a smile on my face my parents I did deceive, It seemed as myself my parents wanted to mold; Why couldn't they buy me a toy; that would just explode.