Imitating+Poem+-+AKM

// Parker //
Now he jumps and fell out of the tree, with the mud on his face, and smiled up at me.

Wiggles with laughter Wiggles with delight Wiggles at the adventure To which there is no end in sight.

Bruised all over his body Parker Faison Had fallen more times than once Because he has no caution guard That keeps his feet on the ground And nose out of the dirt.