Story of a Boy

The story of a boy is one yet to be told,
‘bout the time he was young til’ now when he’s old,
And what you will hear is the truth I suppose
But none other than the boy for certainly knows.

He was born to a family of thirty five,
And none he swears are still alive,
For only he was the phoenix who rose from the ashes,
of the fatal and horrific avalanches.

But who would believe a story so uncanny,
Only he would survive? Not even granny or nanny?
And on he avows his tale to be true,
Urging the need to tell it to you.

He learned how to fly when he was only seven,
And would frequently visit both hell and heaven,
On weekends he’d return back to Earth,
To finish his homework, for what it was worth.

And who would believe this boy’s petty lie,
Who would swear on his life he could actually fly,
And touch ground on the Earth whenever he please,
......................to be continued