Proud As a Peacock
My son Scottie and me
Are like two peas in a pod
The word “clone” certainly comes to mind
His humour is the same
His carefree look at life matches mine
There is no mistaking Scottie boy is my son
He's also inherited my creative genes
Following in his Daddy's footsteps
A techie version of his old man
Did I mention I'm proud of my Scottie
Does a bear poop in the woods
Of course I'm proud as a peacock
I love this boy!
He's now in his late forties
But he will always be my boy!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014
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