This is for James:
The little grenade
he'll soon be a running
he'll soon be exploring
Hide the car keys
Please
You really don't want him drivin
He may sputter
He may spit
But he aint a drip!
The little grenade
will have lots of friends
You'll hear them and feel their marbles
Lying across the floor
legos, matchbox cars,
watch your toes!
Sunflecked weekends
will be his to explore
keeping Mum & Dad at wits ends.
He'll read and you'll be glad
but wait til his Kyles age
and your going to know its not too bad!
Dusk comes
he has grazed
now he's a vaccum bag!
The little grenade
Mad mans son
He'll run amuck
Coiled in loving embrace
when day is done
sighs of relief, not just from Mum.
Findbotr 12/02/07
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