The Inkwell#Fowc #Child
to two special little people
It’s not the refusals
or the sulking
or the crying
It’s not the tantrums
the tears
or those volcano moments
But its those moments in the day
when you’ve picked out your lunch
and we’re eating fish finger butties
Or we’re on the football pitch
and you’re running round the astroturf
like stevie G
Or it’s time for bed
and i’ve let you play a game
just before a bedtime story
Those are the times
i’m happy to say –
that you’re my Nephew.
#fowc #blasphemy
Whatever you thought
was sacred – is defiled
up above,
the gods, the fates, and almighty
are collectively shaking their heads
from the words coming out of
someone so-innocent
and so small.
Salford , 29th April 2018
That could be a whirlwind, running round the house
and then again – it could be one of the younger members of your brood
now, you could engage a short sharp shock – but
then again – you would be crestfallen within half an hour
restrict the Tasmanian devil to his room
Until the time – he runs out of energy
Might be as nice as pie to you in no time
!note – he’ll have forgotten about what set him off too!
