Friday, 24 October 2008

Young In Cheek

















Early one bright spring morning
I was lazing in the creek
Now I can’t swim like lightning
And I am a wee bit meek

Stumbled on a big fat trout
Started to play hide and seek
Safe at home in father’s mouth
I could at last take a peek

“Go away you clumsy lout
You’re no match for one so sleek
My dad can beat any trout”
But fish breath, phew how it reeks!

2 comments:

*weiwei~ said...

I also like to be in papi's protective arms. comfortable lah. papi i lub u...

wildfather said...

I lub u too and I can beat any lout. :))