Short Fiction/Poem: Little Eight Year Old Boy

SHORT FICTION/POEM

LITTLE EIGHT-YEAR OLD BOY

This little eight-year old boy is up in the ceiling again!
He must be back to his usual pranks of rewiring fans and lights.
He replaces connections to switches, I really wonder his gain.
Right now, in the roof with pliers; where is the fright for heights?

I left my computer passworded but he gave me a guest account.
I thought I was the administrator, now how did he gain access?
I now pay him to gain access, I never knew this could amount.
This little eight-year old boy, seems to do his things in excess.

I left this boy with a bicycle and drove a car away,
this little eight-year old boy stumbled upon my bike,
he considered my giant bike too bulky and clumsy to sway,
so he used it’s part to convert his bicycle to a an automatic bike.

I left my car securely locked and took away the keys,
knowing fully well that this junkie boy was actively at home.
This little boy found his way around, as easy as eating cheese.
Though little and eight years old, he maneuvered my car to Rome.

I wonder where he is, and what has become of him.
This little eight-year old boy has probably amassed wealth and fame.
I need to figure out a way to make his exaggerations trim.
I really would have googled him but I can’t remember his name.

Nnamonu Tochukwu.
Teecee.
I had so much fun composing this short fiction/poem, in response to Weekly Writing Challenge: And Now For Something Completely Different. I’ve never done short fiction, but I chose to give it a try.
A beautiful post; “You Have Heard of Google, Right?” inspired my cast and story line.
Thanks, whatimeant2say, for that beautiful inspiration.
I just hope you enjoy it as much as I’ve done.
This really is something completely different, for the weekly writing challenge.