there is no greater joy than saturday tea toast telly in bed with my boy
Who cares what I have to say Just a middle aged dad with a mortgage to pay Who am I, well if you listen to the rumours I'm to old to be millennial, to young to be a boomer.
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.
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
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Apparently I'm the Muffin Man I don't live on Drury Lane But when faced with mounds of baked goods I choose the muffin...again Apparently I'm the Muffin Man I'm not a fan of change So when there are no muffins It causes me some strain I know that I'm the Muffin Man And what you might not see I find a comfort in consistency That soothes anxiety.
No sense of right or wrong
No concept of race
No beliefs of any kind
No team or tribe
No favourite colour (mine is green)
No spelling for colo(u)r
No expectations or aspirations
Just life for the living.
Try to wear your own words Not mine But if you need some help Borrow mine for a time Words are like underpants You can wear another's But it won't feel right It is always better to wear your own or go commando.
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