Derek Graham Poet I do not know?

The Kids

FOR TINY PEOPLE 
AND WHAT THEY KNOW,
THEY NEVER EVER NEED TO GROW,
THEIR MORE INTELIGENT
THAN YOU OR ME, 
EVEN FROM THE AGE OF 3.

YOUR PARENTS SAY
HE;S BEEN HERE BEFORE,
AS HE;S WRITING AN ESSAY
ON YOUR DOOR,
BUT THEN YOU REALIZE 
HE;S ONLY A KID,
AS HE;S WALKING  IN NAPPIES
THAT COST YOU 8 QUID.

BUT THEN HE GETS UP
TO ANSWER THE PHONE,
HE;S ALREADY AGREED, TO A MORTGAGE
RELOAN,
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE
YOU NAUGHTY BOY,
AS YOU GO FLYING 
AS YOU SLIP ON HIS TOY.

WHEN YOU GET UP
HE;S NO WHERE TO BE SEEN,
HE;S HALF WAY INTO THE WASHING MACHINE,
YOU PULL HIM OUT AND TELL HIM NO,
AS HE DROPS THE IRON ON YOUR TOE.

HE SITS THERE LAUGHING
YOU KNOW HOW THEY DO,
AS HE STARTS GOING RED 
ITS A NUMBER 2,
HE STARTS GETTING RATTY
AS YOU CHANGE HIS NAPPY,
GIVE HIM TEN DUMMIES
THAT;LL KEEP HIM HAPPY.

YOU WOULDNT BELEIVE
THEY COULD PRODUCE
SUCH A SMELL, YOU START
TO BELEIVE ITS THE BABY 
FROM HELL,
BUT THEN ITS TIME
FOR THERE TEN MINUTE SLEEP,
YOU WISH IT WAS MORE 
YOUR RUSHED OFF YOUR FEET.

THEY LOOK LIKE ANGELS
AS THEY LAY,GOD I DREAD
THE REST OF THE DAY,
BUT ALL SAID AND DONE,
THEIR YOUR NUMBER ONE,
TIME TO REFLECT WHERE 
DO THEY COME FROM.

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