Childsplay

by sun spots   Jun 12, 2012


What a lovely day we had,
at Blackpool today.
And later at the park,
Oliver did play.
He wore himself out,
and later went to bed.
Before he could count to ten,
he had laid down his head.
But then the trouble started,
the calls came flooding in.
This guy is so unreasonable,
his vicar calls us a sin.
Well he can do what he wants,
the outcome will be the same.
He can just carry on,
playing his childish game.

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