Anyway I was sat here the other night with my three boys
And of course the Mollie dog
When Maxie looked at me and said
"Do you think the neighbors are asleep dad"
(of course I do speak and understand cat talk)
So being so late I said they probably were
Max looked at his brothers with an evil grin and said
"Time for some fun boys,
Let's tear up all their flowers and crap all over
Their gardens"

I remember the night I lay down my heart and soul.

Little young children they were,
full and bursting with joy.

I tucked them into bed that night,
kissed both of them goodnight after reading a bedtime story to them,
turned off the lights,
and closed the door till just a crack was open,
just the way they liked it.

Once I left,
you came in.

You flew in the open window,
no wings but flying like superman.
With you, you had little friends tagging along.
You had the stars trailing your feet,
little dancing things, like sprites they were,
able to change into everything,
tigers, dragons, fairies, monkeys,
all the while twinkling,
giggling.

I guess that's what woke up my heart and soul.
They slowly rose out of bed,
blinking away Mr. Sandman's remnants and dreams,
and welcomed you.

The stars played with them,
sprinkling glitter everywhere,
turning into everything they could imagine,
a protective lion,
a ditzy serenade,
a playful sea lion.

You watched with a smile on your face,
and pretty soon, when you offered to take them awash,
they agreed,
these young children.

You offered a hand, they took it
and flew away,
into the starless night
for all the stars were following you.

In the morning,
when I peeked into the bedrooms,
they were gone.

Gone to Neverland.

All that was left
were ruffled sheets,
cold beds,
and bits of star dust everywhere.

I smiled.

Jack** and Jill ran up the hill,
To perv on miss muffin
Getting her fill,
She was getting it hard boiled
From Humpy Dumpty,
Who fell of the wall,
Yolk sprayed up her back,
Her screaming she wanted more.

Mary, Mary,
Quite Contrary...
How did you make it grow,
You played with the bells,
And my cockle shells and it did grow,
Mary, Mary,
Quite Contrary
Not much words to show,
A mouth your good at what you do,
Mary my sweet little bike I like to ride so.

Old Mother Hubbard
Liked it up the back cupboard,
From the younger gents
She knows,
She liked to **** meat till the marrow
Did flow swallowed the lot in one go,
Now empty is the bone.
Who thought a lady in years,
Had all this energy on the go...