There Was a Young Man
Contributed by Nan Potts
There was a young man . . .
Named Kylian.
Who proved to be such a silly-man.
Although he was three,
Much younger than thee,
He caused chaos and ruin, when he ran.
There was a young man . . .
Who loved mud.
Yes, the water with dirt was his bud.
His play was so fine,
The revelry divine,
But, from his mother he gleefully did scud.
There was a young man . . .
Most playful.
With dirt on his face, most gay-ful.
In his fun loving way,
He’d be filthy all day,
Yet, his parents looked on as most painful.
There was a young man . . .
Who had sisters.
They too were chaotic as twisters.
But, what the two of them had,
Wasn’t really so bad,
Cause they ain’t as bad as the mister’s.
