The Boy Who Blinked  There once was a boy, small and thin,  and
all the other kids, picked on him. Life would be easier, as he
grew old, At least, that's what he'd been told.  There'd be
work, a family, friends, He'd be popular, the fun wouldn't end.
He envied grown ups, their life was made, It would take forever
to reach their age.  The boy was impatient, life was hard,  He
had a rough hand, no choice of the cards. So he made a wish one
day, to grow up fast, to be handsome and have bags of cash.  The
wish was granted, one fateful day, The boy was shocked, didn't
know what to say. How it had come about, he dared not think, All
he knew was, to age, he had to blink.  The first time it
happened, he'd aged ten years, Eighteen years old, with nothing
to fear. He grinned at his reflection and blinked once more,
Suddenly he was looking about thirty four.  "Oh no," The boy
thought, "I'll age every time." Sure enough he blinked, and
there was a jump in time. Now he was middle aged and the boy
began to cry, It was unst