pride and joy
I guess I should have worried
When you used to chop up worms
But I was your loving mother
So I wasn’t too concerned.
Maybe it was a bad sign
When you set fire to your bed
But I was just so doting
“Oh dear” was all I said.
And on the occasion
You hacked off your sister’s plaits
I must have been on your side so
We’ll draw a veil o'er that.
The kitten in the microwave
Was not your finest hour
But at least I saved poor pussy
By turning off the power.
And when you poisoned grandma
I didn’t know what to say
But the mean old biddy had only given
You a fiver for your birthday!
When you slashed the tyres
Of your English teacher’s car,
Well, I didn’t like him either
So to me you were a star!
Then you ate the hamster
‘Tween two thick slices of bread
After I put you on a diet
(but you were hungry, so you said!)
You pulled the wings off butterflies –
I think most small boys do –
But now you’re going into politics
Well, I’m not going to vote for you!!!
John Coopey
Wed 26th Oct 2011 12:55
Very enjoyable, Foxy.
On the serious side, is there anything our kids could do which would stop us loving them? stealing, killing? Probably not. The one thing that occurs to me is Breaking Trust.