To a Bud

To a Bud

That book is not for you,
Do not watch this ad,
Alice is waiting there for
You in Wander Land.

This soap’s for aged folk
Like your granny or so
Stuart is calling you
Play with him, just go.

Those dances are not decent,
Will not fit you at all –
Better you play piano,
Or play with bat and ball.

I preserved your innocence
Building walls of moral;
You want to be an Astronaut;
I know, it’s just not oral.

On your way back home
In a heat-struck day
Your driver uncle snatched
Your childhood away…