What a kid

“Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?”
“It’s morphin time!”
“It’s time to D-D-D-Duel!”
The words I sang every saturday morning,
My morning cartoons.
Trying to hold my bowl of “Trix are for kids” cereal while
Still wiping out the little things in the crevices of my eyes.
Wrapping myself in my Simpsons
“What you see, is what you get” blanket.
Sitting criss cross applesauce on the floor.
These most blissful moments in a child's life,
Simply and quietly fades away.
Realizing I was no longer a child when I decided to
Sleep in one morning.
No one lives in a pineapple under the sea.