Frankie

Frankie had the experts worried
His crawling and walking wouldn't be hurried
Waiting to be carried
To sit on someone's knee
Is so much easier thought Frankie
I'm sure you'll agree
Than trying to walk
Anyway, I'm busy
Learning to talk

Being helpless I've found
Gets them all running round
If I drop a toy, I won't fetch it
No, boy!

Making enough noise
Is one of my ploys
To get their attention
Then, I should mention
I get what I want

So you see
It's best for me
To pretend to be helpless
And worry them so
I won't let it show
They'll never know
It's my way of coping
I know they are hoping
I'll walk or I'll crawl
I won't try at all
Maybe later I'll try
But while my ploy
Is all I need
Why should I bother?
Why, indeed?



Written for my "Lazy Baby" by my mum, Linda.

Silver Candle

A silver candle burning
To help me light me way
To guide me towards happiness
Each and every day.

A black one to absorb my fears
And take my darkest thoughts
To help me live with happiness
That I've so dearly sought.

My silver candle burning
With yellow flame so high and bright
To help me focus on the good things
Throughout the day and night.

BJ

BJ, BJ
Who is she J?
BJ, BJ, where is she?

Our dear BJ
I not far away
IC BJ on TV

But Y is BJ
On TV today?
Y is BJ on TV?

That is an easy answer, BJ
Cos ther's no room
On the settee





this is a poem about me written by my daddy(Peter)