My kidlets are always asking me to make up rhymes and poems about something or other not realising I'm a talentless git. Hope you enjoy them as much as my kids do.
Saturday, December 8, 2007
My Dad drives a motor car...
My Dad drives a motor car it is big and black I have my very own special seat with my sister in the back My Dad said when I get big I can drive it too So every day I watered my feet But I never grew
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