Mar 2013
He's playing the harmonica,
Drums and cymbals too,
An accordion between his hands,
Bells upon each shoe.
He entertains the passers-by,
Coins land in his cap,
They gasp to see so many things,
Done by just one chap.
A mother watches, unimpressed,
I think with good cause.
For though she's doing more than him,
She gets no applause.
Drums and cymbals too,
An accordion between his hands,
Bells upon each shoe.
He entertains the passers-by,
Coins land in his cap,
They gasp to see so many things,
Done by just one chap.
A mother watches, unimpressed,
I think with good cause.
For though she's doing more than him,
She gets no applause.
Dedicated to mothers everywhere!
(Apologies to those who have seen this before, but I thought I should re-post it for Mothering Sunday.)
(Apologies to those who have seen this before, but I thought I should re-post it for Mothering Sunday.)
