there is no greater joy than saturday tea toast telly in bed with my boy
Simple Things
Tag: Family
Memories of memories
Real photos lived in dusty frames or well thumbed leatherette albums Expectations of two dozen memories developed and delivered No immediate gratification Shared with a cuppa and a story Not a pithy quip to a digital nation
But Daddy?
But daddy what? This one's got me on the spot But daddy why? I long for the days when you just cried. But daddy how? Your up to 300 questions now But daddy when? You just keep asking again and again But daddy who? The answer me, always me.
A Bear and His Kitten
Better half could better see A better you, to better me You are my reason to try The only one to make me cry Better still and best of all A better friend to break my fall Love speaks exactly what it see's Without that loves just fantasy
Image by Pantalanium
Good Night Sleep
It's 7pm and all's not well We hoped tonight that you'd sleep....well now the clock says half past 8 And your still in an awful state It's 10pm and all's not well Even the neighbours can tell That your not happy and don't want sleep And your groaning is piercing deep It's the witching hour and all's not well Your cryings really hard to quell It's quickly turning into screaming But your eyes are closed, are you dreaming? It's 2am and all's not well There really is an awful smell I guess I'll have to change your bum Maybe i should ask your mum It's 3am and all's not well You settled for a little spell But feline squabbles over scraps Woke you up...it feels pure crap It's 4am and all's not well I'm trying to stifle a yell Told you to shhhh it's time to sleep You shhhh'd me back and threw your sheep It's 5am and all is well we survived another night in hell Time to nap and get a fix Shame we have to get up at 6.
(image by brokendeathangel)
Poem for my Kitten
She's always right and loves to smile when you are wrong and in denial. She'll always get you in the end no matter how you may defend. You'll never change the way she says That she writes the rules, she runs the plays. In matters of her heart you're already winning by taking part. You'll never own a Kitten Not even for a day But if you treat them well, there's a chance that they might stay. This might seem tough, it may seem hard but what is plain to see. Is that there's nothing quite as sweet as love that's given free.
Poem for Euan
The fickle monkey at the gate Has got me in an awful state For what gained me access minutes before Wont get me in there any more You can keep your cigarettes and alcohol You can keep your red-bush tea When I need a pick me up There is just one thing for me It’s as plentiful as sand on beaches As rare as pixie hair The trouble is like busses When you need one it’s never there It’s dressed in cherubic snot filled garb And spewed out through the air And although you cannot see it You know it’s always there. So can I have one little man Let me see you squirm and wriggle I need it to see me through the day Please give me one more giggle.
Accidental Poet 