My Son
My son
When just a little chap
in bath he sat and played
so young and small played with a ball
and sat beside my wife
On looking at her sitting there
with some compassion and despair
He said mummy!
You're not the same as me
did daddy break it off
needless to say
from that day on
the baths he took were nice and long
but somewhat on his own
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