THE BOY

On a dreary day outside the sea town of Snezworth a peculiar boy gazed upon the horizon

His thoughts as deep as marmalade filled the moist atmosphere

As he convincingly began to plan his plunge into the antique waves

Be wary of that water boy for it is cold and heartless

Oh mother don't fret for I am strong enough to overtake any wave that tries to break me

Blastess boy first clean the room as I cook then I will watch you in the water

Go cook I'll be right inside

Then the mother began her storm to the inside as the boy unknowingly began his last goodbye

Oh mother mother the rocks are too high and I can't gain the strength to pull myself over them

He cried out but not an ear would hear