Already on the first day after birth
he made a statement heard all over town:
a noise which made his worried parents frown.
A little screamer causing lots of mirth
he was, so loud his cry, not of this earth.
He grew up fast, and soon the son looked down
on dad and mum, whilst making too much sound.
He grew a giant with enormous girth.
No chair could hold the lad when he was four,
they had to move away because of this
and built a new place for their giant son.
There came a time he had do leave the door,
their lovely boy who they would dearly miss
had reached a tree like size. So he was gone.
Goliath went, moved on
and fought his way, became a household name,
a hero, who forgot from where he came.
Once slain, no more the same,
his mother found him and she brought him back,
her little baby, with the ten ton neck.
🙂 I hope this is a real Miltonian Caudate Sonnet!