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Our little grandson
Our little grandsonIs so full of zestBut sometimes he’s A bit of a pest. Hello dad-dadHe says with a smileHe’s brewing up troubleAll of the while. Big brown eyesA mischievous grinHe gets upset When he doesn’t win. He loves his dogThe shivering wreckHe drags her roundBy her scrawny neck. A gentle childOf sweet dispositionA bug-eyed dogWrestled into submission. He’s only fourJust a small nipperBoy does he stinkWhen he lets off a ripper. A nature enthusiastHe likes slugs and snailsIt’s a terrible sight
To see their entrails. Five and quarterWith a toothy grinAh! A painful patternEmbedded in my skin. just over sixhe’s full of ideasscalpels, blades, hacksaws It’ll all ends in tears. A charming boySo full of chatterHe talks about bogies, Pooh and brain splatter.
He's nearly eight
Just joined the team
Man of the match
you should see him beam. He’s grown so quick
Doesn't time fly by
But he'll always be
The apple of our eye.