He’d throw the clothes all over the place
Despite many a swinging hanger
(Jolly Mother Bear, raised eyebrows, wagging stern no-no finger
and pointing to slacks-less space)
Little One now growing at record pace!
Shaming every tinkling anger!
(Little One, sensitive emotions, used to cry a tiny lil’ tear
about a marked mantle looking down upon his face)
In but a smooth moon’s passing, he thought should he try again?
Just in case? He didn’t feel tall
Not like ungrateful Xiang, seven foot Asian boy bear (in b-ball denial)
(more like some short dumby who got denied by…of all damsel bears!… JEN!)
Then, VII years of smooth moons passing, he high as the highest brethren
Still flung and flicked all over the chairs, piles, et. al.
(Well until Little One, hangers hung so neat, decided to just wear them all
cause if all grown up Jen still won’t Hang Him 7.5avg., at least he can Hang Himself Ten!