Sat on my way to the toilet tonight
was a little toy car as a scary delight
It's Friday night, another week's over
we're finally here, I wish I were sober
As you're all comfy, tucked up in your bed
I'm lone downstairs with thoughts in my head
With reminders all round saying you are home
and as you are here, all this stuff I must own
the house is mess, I've got nothing done
you've been making demands and I miss having fun
Who would have thought it just 4 years ago,
I'd leave my ambitions for watching you grow?
It's been a long day and I've been pretty busy
doing washing and tidying, who most think is easy
been putting your clothes in a very neat pile
you rant and you rave but you want me to smile
I set up your telly, it took all day long
oh I wish, how I wish that I'd never begun
with feeding you almost what seemed every hour
I had on my list that I must take a shower!
I even went through all the books that you own
hiding ones you don't like and ones you've outgrown
Gran reads them to you when she does pop in
and you eagerly listen and sometimes you spin
You seem to like books which happen to rhyme
Mr nosey for one that cost less than a dime
you like to repeat every word that you own
no sentence or phrases are commonly known
You're a sweet little thing but not easily pleased
sometimes all of this brings me to my knees.
They tell me you're happy and clearly it shows
You're usually smiling and wearing nice clothes
but also they tell me, that " You're a spoilt brat"
and I must sort you out or that could be that.
Oh Alex oh Alex the boss of my life
I need to take charge of what's left of my life
I left all I am to just clean up your mess
and I say as it do it, oh bless him, oh bless
so here we are on a Friday night
with an empty rose and a sleep deprived sight
You rest assured we'll always be here
to guard and to cuddle you as you may fear
but forgive and forgive me, my poem's a fight
it doesn't rhyme properly and it isn't quite right!
well English was never my first ever language
but was it or is it, and what would it salvage?
these were a few words plucked out of my head
as you lay upstairs and you're safe in your bed
we love you and live you from morning till 6
but from 6 until 8 we could do with a fix.
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