There was once a boy who was thin as a rake
He wouldn't eat a thing that his poor mother did make.
She tried string spaghetti, meatballs and rice
But whatever she made he claimed "wasn't nice!"
She had tried drips and even force feeding
But her heavy handedness resulted in bleeding
The final straw had been plucked, that was it
She gave up on her boy and started to knit
Then Late one night his stomach did rumble
He got out of bed and went outside with a grumble
And there in the light of the silvery moon
Was some small child's stray red balloon
He opened his mouth and gulped the thing whole
The rubbery texture was like a shoe's sole
It squeaked as it brushed his oesophagus walls
And settled in his stomach like a big round ball.
The boy felt full and a little bit funny
For the balloon seemed to inflate inside his small tummy
Then with a breeze His feet left the ground
He floated on high never again to be found
He became a story about a boy who ate shrimp
Who was so allergic he swelled up like a blimp
And forever he floats where uncertainty lies
Never to return lost to the skies.