We Burped like Frogs.
Our lips bled with Popsicle juices.
The sun dared us to play hide and seek.
Games and its rules were our honor.
Dirty socks our mothers’ miseries.
The bug on the fat boy’s head.
Tanya’s pig tails.
The missing spokes of the bicycle.
The paper boat.
We drew our own place
To bask in our kingdom