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Bringing Up The Boy

My funny little monstar boy..

Impressively causing such cute chaos each day.. oh he's a joy!

 

But sometimes.. just sometimes.. I feel like I'm at war! it's true!

You see you simply must become a worriaor if your bringing up this blue..!

Cos he will bring down the house with

a mischievous giggle,

Thumb on nose, fingers wiggle.

But then he's built a space ship and there's only room for 2,

He's of to the moon and who must come? you..

 

I find he's just out of controle confidently and contently,

Smashing and grabbing oh this boy don't do gently.

Oh and you must remember you are not the boss of this place,

Only when sleeping can you land a kiss on his face.

He's impossible to groom cos he's always on a mission,

He's gonna take over the world and he don't need your permission..

See now your little beast is already a soldier, They say he may calm down as he gets older..

But for now keep rank! And hold your position,

Dont back down to your 3 year old opposition!

 

Yes your aging, and struggling.. your patients constantly thin...

But alls you can do is keep on loving him.

 

And that part is easy x

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Written by
peachycooke
English
Published
Jan 16, 2017
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Notes

I really struggle with punctuation and spelling please forgive me.

This one is for my Harry x

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