Dangerous Darryn or Danger D, a young boy who caused great calamity
Jumping off tables and digging big holes, Snatching others toys and drawing on walls.
He is bigger and louder than most his own age, he shoves and he yells as if in a rage.
He is always told again and again, ‘Stop Dangerous Darryn, be good to your friends.’
He wouldn’t, he couldn’t, he didn’t know how. He continued to stomp around, shout and row.
Was he hungry? He couldn’t be he just ate a feast, of biscuits and yogurts and other sweet treats.
Was he tired? He couldn’t be he just had a nap, sleeping so soundly with his head on my lap.
Sleeping so soundly I put my hands through his hair, no worries at all not even a care.
His blonde curly locks and eyes of bright blue, his big cheeky smile and rosy cheeks too.
A smile that could melt a million hearts, the beginning of life he only just starts.
He is trying to learn whats right from wrong, be proud of his strength, its good to be strong.
Love and caress and mould his young soul, he will soon leave this stage of toddler hell hole.