The child

I wondered where it came from this passion for a song 

 

And the memories came back

 

When I was young 

 

Not a sophisticated kid 

 

Liked dunny art

 

(Maybe that's what sets me apart!)

 

Rhymes, lyrics, limericks, playing with words 

 

Foul and obnoxious 

 

A polished turd. 

 

The "skill" waned in adult life

 

Just messing with my children 

 

And annoying my wife 

 

My life took some different turns

 

Didn't think I would ever return 

 

But hear I am doing what I love 

 

Playing a game

 

Nows the season 

Little rhythm 

Little reason 

The child reborn 

Without the treason...