Hush baby, my doll,
I pray at this juncture
My sweet baby doll
Hasn’t got a puncture
Hush baby, my doll,
I pray at this juncture
My sweet baby doll
Hasn’t got a puncture
Are you wearing a red Christmas outfit?
You look very beautiful in it
In fact you look very cute
In your Santa’s little helper suit
A Christmas hat sits atop your curls
In a way only suited to girls
A beautiful red velvet dress
And white fur trim to impress
Striped woollen legs of red and white
Are they stocking or tights?
Stockings would be in reason
More in keeping with the season
But I would not disparage woolly tights
They too have their own delights
Come and help me trim the tree
And say you dressed this way for me?
We have loved eggs
Since we were children
Chuckie Eggs my dad
Used to call them
Since I retired, I have resisted the temptation
To tidy the cellar,
the garage, or the attic
Because the moment I
accomplished the task
My grown-up kids would
fill them with their shit
What do pensioners?
Consider long lunches to be?
Perfectly normal I think
At one hundred years of age she was asked
At her age what thing
gave her the most pleasure?
She thought for a
moment before she replied
The most satisfying thing was “No peer pressure”
Why do you look bemused?
It’s just our point of
view
But sometimes we are
not
Thinking about you