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“I can’t wait to grow up” said a sweet little boy.
“I’d have lots of money to spend on some toys.”
“Your wish has been granted” said a voice near to him –
“My time machine’s here, if you’d like to jump in.”
The boy thought for a moment: “Just what can I lose?”
“But can I come back from the age that I choose?”
“Yes, that’s quite possible, you just need to wish”
But remember to use the magic word “SMISH”.
“Then I’d like to be thirty” said the dear little child –
“Life would be so sweet”, he added and smiled.
With a flash and a bang, he travelled through time,
He woke up and noticed that his clock now said “nine”.
“You’re late for your work again”, came a cross voice.
“We depend on YOUR wages, so there’s no other choice.
Our children need shoes, there’s mortgage to pay –
And how will we manage if you’re in bed all day?”
“But I wanted my money to buy other nice things.
I thought that at thirty I could live like a king.”
“Hm! What? Live like a king? I think you are dreaming”
Said the voice, getting louder, and eventually screaming.
“We need money for shopping, money for clothes,
Yes, the money comes in, but it very soon goes.
Now get off to work and we’ll see you tonight –
And wash before leaving – you look such a sight!”
“What a horrible mistake I’ve made” the poor man said,
“Without giving much thought to my new life ahead.”
“But I now want to make only one little wish”
With that thought in mind, he quickly said: “Smish”.
“Now, get up and get dressed, for it’s time for your school.
I’ve put all your clean clothes over there on the stool.
Your breakfast is ready, your shoes have been cleaned.”
“Oh thanks Mum – I’ve just had such a terrible dream.”
Copyright 2006