My wife gave birth today
And after thanking
the doc
I sheepishly asked
him
“When can have
sex?”
He winked and said
“I’m off duty at
ten”
My wife gave birth today
And after thanking
the doc
I sheepishly asked
him
“When can have
sex?”
He winked and said
“I’m off duty at
ten”
My wife said “I’m Pregnant”
I
smiled and replied “Hi pregnant,
I’m
a Dad” then she was hesitant
Then
said “No, you’re not Grant”
I had a friend who vehemently opposed
All forms of parental
discipline
Which was all well and
good until she snapped
And put her son in a
rubbish bin
I don’t think any of us can judge immaturity,
It’s from parenthood
some prejudices stem
So, no one should be
prevented from having kids,
But most shouldn’t be
allowed to name them
The great part about parenthood
Is naming the kids
something favorable
While not having to
add numbers
To make sure the name
was available
Every child will at some time
Threaten to run away
And that hope keeps parents
Going day to day
Tiny thing
A new baby
Totally dependent
A new life
That new Parents
Have to keep alive
Like a Tamagotchi
But without a reset
I hear a singing child
Innocently engrossed
In childish play
Singing sweetly
To her audience of
dolls
Safely oblivious
In her enchanted world
Would that it could
Always be that way
Blood may well be thicker than water
But to a son or
daughter
When it comes to Parenthood
This should be understood
There’s more to it you
see
What makes a parent is
proximity
You should never raise
Your hands to your children
And for that, there
Is a very good reason
Not that I’m saying
They shouldn’t be
corrected
But you must never
Leave your nuts
unprotected
When the children were young
They just gave me a
headache
Now that they’re older
They are more of a heartache
Who loves us without condition?
Who loves us in their
admonition?
Who loves us despite
the dirt?
Who do we go to when
we’re hurt?
Who shares in all our
joys?
Who buys us the best
toys?
Who keeps us warm and
fed?
Who would prefer a
puppy instead?
Who cheers us up when
we’re sad?
Who else but mum and
dad
On the naming of a child
Certain protocols
should be followed by the registrar
Protocol one
If the chosen name is
Rainbow or Honey dew
Then firstly the
parents should be slapped
And given a book
containing sensible names
This process should be
repeated until a sensible choice is made
Protocol Two
If the chosen name is
Chardonnay or Champagne
Then firstly the
parents should be slapped
And a large group of
people should be assembled to laugh at them
The parents should
then be given a dictionary
To look up the
definitions of the names that they chose
This process should
also be repeated until a sensible choice is made
Protocol Three
If the chosen name is
Moonflower or Gallifrey
Then firstly the
parents should be slapped
And the child should
be immediately taken into care
Then the parents
should be put in the stocks
So sensible people can
throw rotten fruit at them
Before finally being
committed to an institution
PS – Should it ever be
deemed that they have been cured
They should be
sterilised before release
And their names
entered on the pretentious parents register
PPS - Anyone from
Cardiff, The Wirral, Norfolk, Suffolk or Essex will inevitably
Name the child after a
piece of fruit, a place they have visited
The name of their
favourite car or a product from a supermarket
As a result, these
people should not be trusted to name their children.
Registrars must name
the children for them
In the same way that
Hurricanes and tropical storms are named
If they complain go
straight to Protocol three
I loved her right from the start
Willingly gave her all
my heart
And when she walked
down the aisle
I could do nothing at
all but smile
When we moved into our
flat
I thought to myself,
that was that
Once we had our home
together
We would just grow old
together
Then I saw the
pregnancy tester
When she had reached
the first Trimester
And then came another
level of joy
We would have a little
girl of boy
Now I may have tended
to fuss
My devotion may have
been uxorious
But she was all
important in my life
So, I fussed around my
primiparous wife
And when the great day
finally came
We still hadn’t even
settled on a name
But our daughter
blessed our union
And I had two loves to
dote upon
I have a lovely son
He is my number one
He won’t be an only
child
I hope for another one
But he is our first
born
When all said and done
I won’t love him
anymore
But he’ll always be
number one
I had a friend who vehemently opposed
All forms of parental discipline
Which was all well and good until she
snapped
And put her son in a rubbish bin
My mother made us eat
Supplements
every day
One
time I nearly choked
On
the Mail on Sunday
The great part about parenthood
Is
naming the kids something favorable
While
not having to add numbers
To
make sure the name was available
I don’t think any of us can judge immaturity,
It’s
from parenthood some prejudices stem
So
no one should be prevented from having kids,
But
most shouldn’t be allowed to name them
Mum always washed my hair in Aussie beer
And
at the time I wasn’t bothered
It
wasn't until many years later I discovered
That
I had in fact been Fostered