Six Down Six To Go

The grandchild was so proud, Her Mother had just told her she had a sixth sense, Not wanting to burst her bubble, Granddad congratulated her, Before telling her she had six more to go. Are you sure Granddad she said, Well I am sure of at least Five of them he said Can you remember what they are she asked of him? So I can tell Mum. Yes, I remember He said, Number seven is a sense of fun, Number eight a sense of wonder, Number nine is common sense, Which is not that common, But it will get you to number ten, A sense of time, Number eleven is a sense of responsibility Number twelve, Well, not everybody gets to number twelve, And if they do they only keep it for a short while. What is it, Grandpa she said Tell me so I can try and get it? It is sense of reality my darling and I am not always sure if I still have it. How many has Mummy got grandpa was her final question? Well, she never did have much of a sense of time, But she did get the rest and she does know we are real, So I make that eleven for her. I know what you mean about time Grandpa she said, Mummy is always getting mixed up about my bedtime.