What can I say, where do I begin?
Oh dear, what can we do?
He's such a loving boy,
But wow, the hell he puts us through!
He's really loving and caring,
Even though he's only three,
But he's also hyperactive,
And he wears us out you see.
Always on the go and running mad,
He drives us up the pole,
By the time its his bed time,
We're weary in body and soul!
Always on the go he is,
Running around quite mad,
I really have to say it...
This child of ours drives us mad!
Never gives us a rest,
He's after this and that,
Wanting, needing, demanding,
Well we're not having that!
We keep him as stimulated as we can,
Painting, reading, drawing and baking,
But what a child, so energetic,
By bed time we're really aching!
'I'm a good boy,' he tells us,
After strangling the baby!
So we tell him that was naughty,
And as for good, well we say, 'Maybe!'
He steals her bottle all the time,
Well, as much that he is able,
Hiding away while guzzling,
Underneath the dining table!
'You're stupid and naughty,' he tells us,
When we discipline him by depriving him...
Of his toys...saying naughty boys,
Will never, ever win!
A battle of wills all the time,
But we're adamant he will behave,
Or yes, I have to say it,
We'll be in an early grave!
But saying that, he's a star,
Loving and giving and kind,
In fact I have to admit,
We really do not mind...
Mind that he's so full of life,
And we love him, I must make that clear,
At the end of the day, we do ok,
We'd rather him be like this...and here!
Although he's very hyper,
He's a joy, and a loving child,
Even though its a real tough job,
Looking after a child so active and wild!
But as is life, children are what they are,
And his personality is his forte,'
So loving and giving, and 'ACTIVE,'
And he's ours, at the end of the day!
So we deal with every day,
As best that we can,
His mum and dad, and sister,
And this proud and delighted...Nan!
).setAttribute('href','//poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?sitename=dcdrifter&item=home');document['poetimage'].height='45';document['poetimage'].src='//poetrypoem.com/photos/poets/dcdrifter-button.jpg';;WriteLayer('ptitle',null,'Are There Universes Inside Universes?');WriteLayer('ppoem',null,'Tatum' s Tour Through Theoretical Thought Are There Universes Inside Univ<a href="//poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=1350128&displaypoem=t&sitename=dcdrifter&item=poetry" target="_top" style="text-decoration:none;"><font style="color: #18397C;font: 900 12px times;"> ... More</font></a>');WriteLayer('poetinfocus',null,'dcdrifter');WriteLayer('pdate',null,'2024-04-21')){kind=small}
dcdrifter
).setAttribute('href','//poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?sitename=bonafidepoet&item=home');document['poetimage'].height='45';document['poetimage'].src='//poetrypoem.com/photos/poets/bonafidepoet-button.jpg';;WriteLayer('ptitle',null,'Can you fathom it...');WriteLayer('ppoem',null,'Four twenty-five two thousand and twenty-four In a century our words will b<a href="//poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=1350194&displaypoem=t&sitename=bonafidepoet&item=poetry" target="_top" style="text-decoration:none;"><font style="color: #18397C;font: 900 12px times;"> ... More</font></a>');WriteLayer('poetinfocus',null,'bonafidepoet');WriteLayer('pdate',null,'2024-04-25')){kind=small}
bonafidepoet).setAttribute('href','//poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?sitename=author3578&item=home');document['poetimage'].height='45';document['poetimage'].src='//poetrypoem.com/photos/poets/author3578-button.jpg';;WriteLayer('ptitle',null,'My Father');WriteLayer('ppoem',null,'Hard working Early morning rising Wise sayings Climbing the ladder The fi<a href="//poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=1350178&displaypoem=t&sitename=author3578&item=poetry" target="_top" style="text-decoration:none;"><font style="color: #18397C;font: 900 12px times;"> ... More</font></a>');WriteLayer('poetinfocus',null,'author3578');WriteLayer('pdate',null,'2024-04-24')){kind=small}
author3578).setAttribute('href','//poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?sitename=knighttruelovepoems&item=home');document['poetimage'].height='45';document['poetimage'].src='//poetrypoem.com/photos/poets/knighttruelovepoems-button.jpg';;WriteLayer('ptitle',null,'Still dark out');WriteLayer('ppoem',null,'Movement and rustling sounds roused Max from a heavy sleep. It was still dark<a href="//poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=1349293&displaypoem=t&sitename=knighttruelovepoems&item=poetry" target="_top" style="text-decoration:none;"><font style="color: #18397C;font: 900 12px times;"> ... More</font></a>');WriteLayer('poetinfocus',null,'knighttruelovepoems');WriteLayer('pdate',null,'2024-03-10')){kind=small}
knighttruelovepoems
PoetryPoem.com 