MY LITTLE BOY

MY LITTLE BOY

A Poem by MAD ENGLISHMAN

           


   MY LITTLE BOY. 


            We lay together on the lawn

            My little son and I,

            Watching clouds of lambs and bears

            In summers bright blue sky.

 

            Then mummy comes and brings ice cream

            We eat with avid pleasure.

            The happiness seen in his face

            Is more than you could measure.

 

            He misses when I throw him balls

            He hasn't learned to catch

            He giggles loud, then trips and falls

            Gets up without a scratch.

 

            The day is hot, we have more drink

            and mummy says "be careful".

            "He's had enough to float a boat

            Tummy ache will make him tearful."

 

            I pick him up and twirl him round

            And fly him like a plane

            Mum says you'll be cleaning up

            If you make him ill again.

 

            I cuddle him, this tiny tot

            This source of all my joy,

            He burps, is sick and starts to smell

            Yep,

            That's my little boy.






  


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© 2017 MAD ENGLISHMAN



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Very lovely and endearing. You have brought joy and laughter to this little boy. A good father indeed...:).....................

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MAD ENGLISHMAN
MAD ENGLISHMAN

Great Ponton, Lincolnshire, United Kingdom



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Heading for my 66th birthday in April. I've enjoyed an eventful life. With the help of 2 wives I've managed to raise 3 children. Proud of my kids. I embrace all cultures but ultimately I'm proud to be.. more..

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