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.
Monday, December 10, 2007
When I grow up...
I was asked, when I grow up what I want to be A fireman? A Doctor? An actor on TV? But to all of these jobs, I say no That’s not for me, when I grow Not exciting enough, that is why When I grow up, I’ll be a spy
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