The boy in the bed of his parents <br />a treat happened once in a year, <br />as he slept with the fragrance of mother <br />while his elders were drinking much beer. <br /> <br />As the party of four little aunties <br />came a-peeking to utter their Aahs <br />he pretended, he knew they were seeking <br />all the innocent beauty of Oz. <br /> <br />And he slept the great sleep of the just, <br />with the feeling of unending love, <br />he'd been taught that you do what you must <br />and you 'd never require a shove.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/visitors/
