Thursday, 9 August 2007


A baby is nought but a bundle of joy
Be it a girl or be it a boy
With skin soft pink and warm
Its usually the norm
To cuddle em and get them to sleep
And when ther’e awake
The best move to make
Is push em around in the pram
In the hope theyl be quiet
And not start a riot
Then take em back home to their mum

Nice to know

Its nice to know that your’ perfect
Its nice to know you excel
In everything you’ve ever attempted
God does’nt it make your head swell
Im not exactly infallible though I
Thought I was all along
Till one day I discovered
I was right when I thought I was wrong

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