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Robert Harrison
Guest
Ethan
Have you ever looked after a Grand son
Who is just four years old
And has he pestered the life out of you
Until you have done as you are told
Have you made him a paper airplane
And thrown it for what seemed like
Hours have passed away
Have you ever felt your age when you know he
Is on his way, and thought to yourself
Oh heck there goes my peaceful day
He appears at your front door with an angelic
Look upon his face, then gives the nicest of
Smiles and says Hello Poppy I’ve come to
Stay at your place.
Have you got any videos that we can watch
Together Why yes-dear grandson I have
Saved just one for you, so when would you like
To watch it Oh not just yet, he replies,
Lets fly the airplanes for an hour or maybe two.
Can we go to the tennis courts and knock a ball
Around My dear grandson I say to him,
Indeed I would but you are far too small to lift me
Off the ground. And in prone position I find
Myself as I reach to hit a ball. Ann, I shout as feeble
As a mouse, but she is far to busy at her computer
In the comfort of our house. Up you get dear Poppy.
The little chappie beams, as his little hands grasp
My arms and I stagger to my knees.
Isn’t it time we went to the library to change your
Reading books, and he gives me one of
Those sympathetic, Poor old Poppy looks.
Poppy, now will you read to me this little book I
Have found. So we settle on a library seat while other
Kids gather round. Ann goes off to choose her books
And I read on and on. And then the mothers come to
See just where their kids have gone.
Interest lags far behind as Im halfway though the book,
And my little curly headed boy gives his Poppy a funny look.
He takes off me the book he chose and looks at it closely,
Then shakes his head and in a quiet manner says. You have
Been making up the words again, you are a naughty Poppy.
Yes, I confessed, but you must admit your story
Was rather soppy. With downcast head he says
But the story was about Billy and his Granny,
He gives a sigh, takes my hand and leads me off to find
His Nanny.
Have you ever looked after a Grand son
Who is just four years old
And has he pestered the life out of you
Until you have done as you are told
Have you made him a paper airplane
And thrown it for what seemed like
Hours have passed away
Have you ever felt your age when you know he
Is on his way, and thought to yourself
Oh heck there goes my peaceful day
He appears at your front door with an angelic
Look upon his face, then gives the nicest of
Smiles and says Hello Poppy I’ve come to
Stay at your place.
Have you got any videos that we can watch
Together Why yes-dear grandson I have
Saved just one for you, so when would you like
To watch it Oh not just yet, he replies,
Lets fly the airplanes for an hour or maybe two.
Can we go to the tennis courts and knock a ball
Around My dear grandson I say to him,
Indeed I would but you are far too small to lift me
Off the ground. And in prone position I find
Myself as I reach to hit a ball. Ann, I shout as feeble
As a mouse, but she is far to busy at her computer
In the comfort of our house. Up you get dear Poppy.
The little chappie beams, as his little hands grasp
My arms and I stagger to my knees.
Isn’t it time we went to the library to change your
Reading books, and he gives me one of
Those sympathetic, Poor old Poppy looks.
Poppy, now will you read to me this little book I
Have found. So we settle on a library seat while other
Kids gather round. Ann goes off to choose her books
And I read on and on. And then the mothers come to
See just where their kids have gone.
Interest lags far behind as Im halfway though the book,
And my little curly headed boy gives his Poppy a funny look.
He takes off me the book he chose and looks at it closely,
Then shakes his head and in a quiet manner says. You have
Been making up the words again, you are a naughty Poppy.
Yes, I confessed, but you must admit your story
Was rather soppy. With downcast head he says
But the story was about Billy and his Granny,
He gives a sigh, takes my hand and leads me off to find
His Nanny.
