| Chrissie's Poetry: Webpoemsthree. |
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| Parenting. |
| Anybody, who has had the pleasure of having the 'patter of tiny feet', in their lives, will also know that there is a price to be paid. Children, and having them can be the most loving experience of the human equation, but as in all things, it comes with its' disadvantages................ |
| It'd be nice to be a grandparent When you go to rest your head And all you can hear is 'it's' screams Untill you get out of bed It'd be nice to be a grandparent It must really make you happy When you can hand back the baby With a full, and stinky nappy It's be nice to be a grandparent When your toddler rules the hall And you've got sticky fingerprints All over the kitchen wall It'd be nice to be a grandparent They can just pack up, and go When all up the stairs, with 'its'' crayons You've got Michel Angelo |
| It'd be nice to be a grandparent It must be better by far You want to walk them to school But they have to go in the car It'd be nice to be a grandparent When thirteen comes to call There's hormones, and spots, and the opposite sex Don't forget that they know it all It'd be nice to be a grandparent 'Turn that row down it's too loud' 'Shut up, it's better than your rubbish' Hey doesn't that just make you proud And before you know you're grandparents And they have their bundle from God But just wait until they find out That they have their own little............ It'd be nice to be a grandparent! |
| Don't forget to sign my guestbook!! |
| But it's all in a good cause?? |
| The standard excuse for something that we don't like, that aims at bringing a satisfactory solution. The number of people who die, or are killed, or maimed in this world, simply because they stood somewhere they maybe shouldn't have, walked somewhere, not knowing that there are land mines there, left over from some forgotten conflict, maybe we should stop, and think, before we look to violence as a solution to our problems. This is a claim we make, it's all in a good cause, we don't like the means, but the end will be worthwhile, for many maybe, but for some innocents theres the consequences............................ |
| Tell me when will all this stop Just when is it they'll have No more bombs to drop There's a ringing in my ears From all of the explosions That amplifies my fears |
| I stepped on a mine When they ask me how I am I tell them I feel fine I can always beg Now I can run no more Without my other leg |
| Why did they take my son He was only ten years old When they fired, and run Why did they kill my man Who will feed his children They just took him and they ran |
| The helicopter overhead It cannot discriminate As to who it will leave dead Why is it we never learn And it's always Mr Violence who we always need to turn |
| When it's stated by God's will Four words, do they mean nothing now Thou shalt not kill |