Boxboy

Boxboy was born in a brittle boxhome

Badgered by bellows from Boxboy’s boxmum

Barraged by banter from Boxboy’s boxdad

Boxed in the borders of cardboard decor

Boxboy’s brown boxroom was always bestrewn

Burdensome boxes bore bulging baggage

For boxes were brimming with much bric-a-brac

Boring a hole in the poor Boxboy’s brain

Boxboy’s bare boxes were soon all decluttered

Barely touched, these were saved from disuse

With them he would flee from this place of excess

And thus a big bright house for him will be made

A hearty, healthy, happy little home

Where Boxboy might be anything at all

A world of love and books galore

With music, magic and anything at all