LITTLE TYKE:

Oh you, dirt smeared terror of skate-board & bike,

In your little patched trews, bare-footed sandpit tyke,

Oh you of scraped knee, scuffed toe & lip-slicked snot,

Oh you, tell me, what´s to love, but then what´s to not?

 

Oh you of grubby fist, squeezing slugs, bugs & slimy snails,

Of catapult, stones, of bent hammered & often bitten nails,

Of engine voice, roaring go-kart & the cowboy bang-bangs,

Little tow-haired lad, how can I love you, but what the hang?

 

Oh you of moustachioed lip, of lollypop & chocolate slurped,

Of gangly-giggles, picked nose, of silly loud & purposeful burp,

Ever by your side, pea flicked pup, faithful friend, just you two,

What a blessing it is my little boy, me, being allowed to love you.

 

Oh you of sun-kissed cheek, rosy lip, reeking of heat & dusty hay,

In bath of bubbles, soaking scabs & removing the play of day,

Now squeaky clean, smelling of talc, with cheeky grin so sunny,

What´s not to love, when you say, “I love you so much Mummy”.