My *#@$ inability
to £%#* type effectively
is %$* not #@$ me you see
it’s a ?@&£% disability
I’m %*&+@ suffering
from typist-$*@*& tourettes…
I’m big enough now…
•March 7, 2008 • Leave a Comment
My mum and my dad say a change is now due
As we all want their bed, they have said we must queue
You would think that the way we all fight to sleep there
That beneath our own beds are green monsters or bears!
There’s just enough room in-between dad and mum
For me to squeeze in – not much room, but there’s some
Its lovely and warm, and its cosy and snug
In fact I’m as snug as a bug in a rug!
The problem I have is that once I am there
I toss and I fidget without even a care
Poor mum and poor dad cannot get any rest
They just cannot sleep despite trying their best.
They wake in the morning, as tired as can be
And then go to work, and then look after me
I know I will help and I’ll show them both how
I shall sleep in my own bed I’m big enough now.
